Dogs know.. You can say waht you want, but dogs know.. Maybe not on the same level as human's know, but Im not always entirely convinced...
Im not sure if I have blogged this before or not. But if not then its certainly blog worthy. A website to help you find your lost cellphone,...
We are your average everyday family, and like every average family we used to take our kids to get professional portraits taken. With wh...
cat's are assholes, parent a dog...
Dogs know.. You can say waht you want, but dogs know.. Maybe not on the same level as human's know, but Im not always entirely convinced that we humans are superior in our level of knowing. Dogs have a certain gentle forgiving nature that we humans should be envious of and strive for.
My dog La-a (pronounced Ladasha and named for a story I read online once... click here for that story we thought was hillarious and earned our doggy her name.. ) anyway.. She knows.. When the little guy, the baby of our pack Namana (named for a muppet show song click here to see that song, my one year old grandbaby's favorite song, and the reason our little guy got his name... ) anyway again.. (dont you just love those stories within stories that get you side tracked? sorry) La-a knows that the only time she is chained is when little Namana is put outside to do his business. Otherwise she is allowed to roam the yard all free and willy nilly. So, when we bring Namana in and don't immediately let her off the chain she has a hissy fit. When he is outside and she is chained she never complains, but the split second he is brough back inside and she isnt released.. You better believe she lets you know it. Like right now. She is a bouncing, hopping, basket case. The only reason she hasn't been released yet is because the trash man comes this morning and Id just feel safer knowing she is chained, than worrying she is under a dropped dumpster. That she doesnt know yet. But she does know she is supposed ot be released already and she is none to happy for the delay.
Our darling Elis of 16 years passed recently, and he knew too. He was an inside boy, and a foot warmer, and a snack stealer, and if I had a nickle for every stray he welcomed, and helped train, Id have a pocket so full of nickles i may never be able to walk across the room again for the weight of them. He was a good anbd loyal boy too, and like all dogs, he just knew.
He knew when we were donw and would love up to any family memeber needing a good snuggle buddy, he was ever ready to help us love and raise anything we brought here from baby rabbits who's mom's died, to kittens, to other pups, he even helped us teach a pot bellied pig the ways of life around here. Thanks to Elvis, countless dogs, and a pig learned to sit, and stay and fetch and just basic social etiquette. He even tried his damnedest to teach teh stray kitten who showed up how to chase cars.. She never learned tho and found a new home before his lessons were over. Dogs just know.
La-a while she is a sweetheart and wouldnt hurt a fly is confined when little guy is out only because us as newbie dog parents didnt take into consideration when she was a baby that taking her across the road into the cow pasture where she could just run and go wild and be free, was also crossing a road, and when they are loose togetehr the first thing she as his older sibling wants to do is show him her old stomping ground, which leaves a small pup crossing not always but sometimes busy road with no knowledge that those cars coming at you at high rates of speed becasue we live in a rural area and on a straight cop free road will kill you, and quite possibly themselves. Fools too often think this is a race track, and id love to kick all theri asses cuz y dogs and grandbabies play here. But thats another story for another time.
This story is about dog's just knowing...
The really do, just know, if you set any sort of schedule for them, they just know, this is feeding time and if you are late im going to raise hell,,, this is the time when that little pest goes inside and im supposed to be set free and if im not im going to raise hell.. Its ok tho because dogs just know, and love unconditionally, and accept whatever life throws at them.
Cats on the other hand are just assholes.. I have two of them,and if they know anything at all, they aren't letting on.. Infact im a firm believer that cat's doont even need real names because they wont use them anyway. Thus my cats are named "Crazy cat" amd "Fluffy cat" and the cat before them was called "fat cat"
But dogs are awesome, and they just know stuff...
My dog La-a (pronounced Ladasha and named for a story I read online once... click here for that story we thought was hillarious and earned our doggy her name.. ) anyway.. She knows.. When the little guy, the baby of our pack Namana (named for a muppet show song click here to see that song, my one year old grandbaby's favorite song, and the reason our little guy got his name... ) anyway again.. (dont you just love those stories within stories that get you side tracked? sorry) La-a knows that the only time she is chained is when little Namana is put outside to do his business. Otherwise she is allowed to roam the yard all free and willy nilly. So, when we bring Namana in and don't immediately let her off the chain she has a hissy fit. When he is outside and she is chained she never complains, but the split second he is brough back inside and she isnt released.. You better believe she lets you know it. Like right now. She is a bouncing, hopping, basket case. The only reason she hasn't been released yet is because the trash man comes this morning and Id just feel safer knowing she is chained, than worrying she is under a dropped dumpster. That she doesnt know yet. But she does know she is supposed ot be released already and she is none to happy for the delay.
Our darling Elis of 16 years passed recently, and he knew too. He was an inside boy, and a foot warmer, and a snack stealer, and if I had a nickle for every stray he welcomed, and helped train, Id have a pocket so full of nickles i may never be able to walk across the room again for the weight of them. He was a good anbd loyal boy too, and like all dogs, he just knew.
He knew when we were donw and would love up to any family memeber needing a good snuggle buddy, he was ever ready to help us love and raise anything we brought here from baby rabbits who's mom's died, to kittens, to other pups, he even helped us teach a pot bellied pig the ways of life around here. Thanks to Elvis, countless dogs, and a pig learned to sit, and stay and fetch and just basic social etiquette. He even tried his damnedest to teach teh stray kitten who showed up how to chase cars.. She never learned tho and found a new home before his lessons were over. Dogs just know.
La-a while she is a sweetheart and wouldnt hurt a fly is confined when little guy is out only because us as newbie dog parents didnt take into consideration when she was a baby that taking her across the road into the cow pasture where she could just run and go wild and be free, was also crossing a road, and when they are loose togetehr the first thing she as his older sibling wants to do is show him her old stomping ground, which leaves a small pup crossing not always but sometimes busy road with no knowledge that those cars coming at you at high rates of speed becasue we live in a rural area and on a straight cop free road will kill you, and quite possibly themselves. Fools too often think this is a race track, and id love to kick all theri asses cuz y dogs and grandbabies play here. But thats another story for another time.
This story is about dog's just knowing...
The really do, just know, if you set any sort of schedule for them, they just know, this is feeding time and if you are late im going to raise hell,,, this is the time when that little pest goes inside and im supposed to be set free and if im not im going to raise hell.. Its ok tho because dogs just know, and love unconditionally, and accept whatever life throws at them.
Cats on the other hand are just assholes.. I have two of them,and if they know anything at all, they aren't letting on.. Infact im a firm believer that cat's doont even need real names because they wont use them anyway. Thus my cats are named "Crazy cat" amd "Fluffy cat" and the cat before them was called "fat cat"
But dogs are awesome, and they just know stuff...
find your cellphone
Im not sure if I have blogged this before or not. But if not then its certainly blog worthy. A website to help you find your lost cellphone, and its free...
http://www.wheresmycellphone.com/
http://www.wheresmycellphone.com/
They are my memories... Leave them alone
We are your average everyday family, and like every average family we used to take our kids to get professional portraits taken. With what I considered mediocre results. But we did it because it is just what people did.
We would go out and buy matching outfits for our 4 children, scold, and scoff, and shake our fingers at them about getting the suits dirty before picture time. Get them there and twist them and turn them and get frustrated cuz they wouldnt stay in that perfect position the woman posed them in. Then I realized. This isn't my life, this isnt my kids. This is NOT how we do things.
After the photographer lady tried tirelessly to keep my youngest childs shoews on for a picture, and then lined them all up with butts turned to us as if they were walking into??? a blue backdrop I decided this isnt for us.
When my children are grown and gone, I dont want to look at pictures of them being fake, When im 90 and they are grandparents, and my memory is slipping and I cant remember yesterday let alone 40 years ago.. I want to remember my children, and my life as it was. Because I love my children, and my life just the way it is.
Baby ryan with one shoe on and one shoe off, no matter how hard you tried, Hannah and Chris horseplaying at the dinner table even tho they have been asked repeatedly to stop. Me flustered with my hair in a mess, and a stern finger pointed in the direction of a wrong doing child. That is my life.. Not those posed, faked, expensive moments I pay way to much to pretend I remember. Cuz you know when I remember moments like that? Only when I have forced them on my family.
So with that said, here are a few of my most recent favorite moments, and the picture I have, or plan to have blown up and framed on my wall, because this is who we really are, and this is the family that i really love, and we don't need to be anything for anyone as long as we have each other unconditionally... which we do and always will...
We would go out and buy matching outfits for our 4 children, scold, and scoff, and shake our fingers at them about getting the suits dirty before picture time. Get them there and twist them and turn them and get frustrated cuz they wouldnt stay in that perfect position the woman posed them in. Then I realized. This isn't my life, this isnt my kids. This is NOT how we do things.
After the photographer lady tried tirelessly to keep my youngest childs shoews on for a picture, and then lined them all up with butts turned to us as if they were walking into??? a blue backdrop I decided this isnt for us.
When my children are grown and gone, I dont want to look at pictures of them being fake, When im 90 and they are grandparents, and my memory is slipping and I cant remember yesterday let alone 40 years ago.. I want to remember my children, and my life as it was. Because I love my children, and my life just the way it is.
Baby ryan with one shoe on and one shoe off, no matter how hard you tried, Hannah and Chris horseplaying at the dinner table even tho they have been asked repeatedly to stop. Me flustered with my hair in a mess, and a stern finger pointed in the direction of a wrong doing child. That is my life.. Not those posed, faked, expensive moments I pay way to much to pretend I remember. Cuz you know when I remember moments like that? Only when I have forced them on my family.
So with that said, here are a few of my most recent favorite moments, and the picture I have, or plan to have blown up and framed on my wall, because this is who we really are, and this is the family that i really love, and we don't need to be anything for anyone as long as we have each other unconditionally... which we do and always will...
Subscribe to:
Posts
(
Atom
)
please visit our sponsors
Popular Posts
-
Hello ya'll. today I want to tell you about this fabulous new recipe a friend turned me on too... Oven fried pork chops... Yes!!! You... -
In 1989-1990 I was in annewakee treatment center in rockmart georgia. I was 15-16 while I was there. I searched today for information about ...
-
Canned Oysters don't hold a candle to fresh ones, but sometimes you take what you can get, when you don't live near the coast.... -
corned beef, corned beef brisket, how to cook corned beef brisket... This blog post will tell you how to cook the easiest and tastiest...
ADs
Video of the day
Total Pageviews
