Our little Heeler

The next day was full of conversations like this...

Me "so, have you decided which one you want yet"

the FIL "whichever one you don't want"

Me "but really, they're both great"

All "i like them both for different reasons"

me whispering to GT all day long "let's just take them both home" 

you'd say the same thing

while the boys were inside watching football, i was most likely out with these dudes

 Max, the in-laws doggie, got to play with the pups

isn't he the coolest looking dog? i just love his markings

he let them crawl all over him

I'll have to write about Max sometime.

Mark and Del rescued him earlier this year. 

He has quite a story, if it could be told. 

He responds well to women, but wants nothing to do with men.

If they're around, he's in the woods. no joke.

 He stays in the woods behind their house, but will come out when Del calls him.

If Mark walks out...he gone.

But i just love him. He has a sweet disposition.

You can tell that he wants so badly to play and love you, but something inside of him just won't let him. 

He'll come around. 

He's in good hands.

Time is all it takes. And maybe a new pup around the house will help!

i couldn't resist this little photo shoot

they could

This is the short story of how we chose our pup.

We left earlier in the morning from Huntsville, around 5am.

GT loaded up the Tahoe while i slept until the last minute (me and waking up early don't get along to well).

Then he sweetly whispered in my ear, "get in the car".

So I slept walked my way, socks and bun, to the car.

Climbed in and got settled with my pillow and blanket for the drive to WM.

GT got in the drivers seat and leaned over to hand me something.

I opened my eyes and remembered..."we're taking a puppy home with us!"

It took me a second to realize which one he chose. 

the sweet little one

showing his soft side

I did and still do feel pretty awful about separating these brothers

but, it happens

it happened to Woodrow and he's fine

after all, they both got a new bro

even though Woodrow is not so sure about this annoying little guy who is getting attention

 Woodrow is laying down the law for him

i left them outside together for a while and opened to the door to find this

what a crime fighting duo, huh?

and this.

their bodies don't even make sense

i think they'll be buddies 

taking care of our neck of the woods

by peeing on every inch of it

Now...the big decision.

What to name him?

thinking,

Kate

Happy Fall Y'all

Trick?

Billy the Exterminnator and a mouse caught in a trap

go with it, ok?

We had 2 hours, a mullett wig and mouse ears. This is what i got. This is where my mind went.

Luckily my dearest lover went there with me.

or Treat?

little pumpkin with "Gram" 

i ADORE him and every single curl on his head

let me tell you something.

in case yous don know.

17.5 months old is busy.

he runs and runs and runs.

and is stinkin' cute

he gone

he wanted to run at this point

i held him captive.

i'm bigger. i still can win.

this is just my favorite canine

and gerden

my favorite place to sit

my favorite 16 year old

just cuz.

HAPPY HALLOWS EVE

kate

The little dog that could

He's the dog who can do what you think he can't

and often things you hope that he won't

but, he does.

and I love him.

So, I left Woodrow in his pen yesterday morning around 6 when I left for work.

we usually put a bolt in the top latch of his pen door, because he can easily work his way out otherwise.

GT has installed an additional latch on the bottom, that is very hard to open by humans.

Not hard for the dog that could.

mind you, the top latch is at my eye level.

So, we bolt it.

I couldn't find the bolt. And was running late for work.

Whoops.

My bad.

When GT gets back from hunting that morning, Woodie is gone.

Gone like a freight train.

That's ok...he'll come back. He always does.

Then, it's lunch, no dog.

Then, it's after work for GT, no dog.

Then it's after church and work for Kate, no dog.

No dog = practical thought loss for kate.

Let the frantic search begin.

Gt knows that Woodrow really is smart and will come home or someone will find him and call (that practical thought that I had quickly lost).

I make signs...after 15 hours. A little premature? Probably, but it was the longest that he's been gone.

and did I mention that I have a very unhealthy attachment?

I call my mom(what we all do when we just need someone sympathetic to cry to when we know that we're probably overreacting) and she says, "Kate, he is a very smart dog...he'll come home. By tomorrow morning, you'll find him and don't worry, he's fine."

Ok, mom.

 Knowing that she was probably a little worried, too.

We go to sleep.

I just let it go.

He's fine, right?

Oh well.

Next morning, today, text message received at 6.

from mom...Woodrow is here. at our house!

I'm on my way.

Here's the kicker.

I.can.not.make.this.stuff.up.

My dad got up at 6, per usual, walked down the hall and thought it to be a bit chilly in the house.

Turns the corner to see Woodrow and Maggie laying on Maggies bed.

and the back door to the house is open.

I repeat. I.can.not.make.this.stuff.up.

He stinkin' opened their door, people!

2.5 miles away, through the woods. 24 hours later. Woodrow finds his 2nd home. and 2nd bed.

Woodrow gets picked up by me.

 I walk the walk of shame, taking down my premature "Missing Dog" signs around the surrounding neighborhoods.

We go home and he's out.

Working the streets all night long is exhausting.

Surely, he learned his lesson.

We sure learned a lesson.

Another Newlywed lesson:

we still have a lot of learning to do about eachother.

GT is a patient man....for that, I'm thankful.

He drove to the store and bought me some duct tape so I could put up signs, even though he knew I was being a bit ridiculous.

Now, i'm going to start detaching myself.

It's unhealthy.

If you're a dog lover, you can relate to this post.

If not, you can't.

You probably  just think I'm crazy.

I've been thought to be worse things...I can handle crazy.

just glad my Woodrow is back home.

Now, i'm late for work.

with my deepest love for the stupidest dog,

Kate

My day looks like this

Dogs sniffing dogs

And stupid study books with stupid triangles and analytical smytical things.
Yeah... I'm complaining.

Happy Tuesday
Off to take the GRE.
What in the world was i thinking?

the flight of the dogs

what our pooches do while we're not watching.

woodrow is the one that isn't ever on his bed

staring contest. you me...now

It took everything Woodrow had to just let me snap this photo.

He's a good dog, so he obeyed and "stayed" until I said ok.

I wonder what he was thinking while staring his mini-me down?

Have I ever mentioned that I am easily entertained?

Post Partum Depression

I feel that I have become a victim to the Baby Blues

Wierd thing. My baby is a Dog. Wierder thing, he is 10 months old.

That's really messed up.

I am really messed up.

Some have said that I may have a slight obsession with my pup.

Others, my husband, have been quite amazed and a bit repulsed at my uncanny ability to bring the dog into any and every converstion.

Over the weekend, while we were in Branson with the fam, our dog got into a bit of trouble.

We left him in the backyard just for Saturday night.

Friday  night, some friends were so sweet and kept him for us.

Well, apparently Wood-e-row got a bit skurred and wanted to let everyone know and wake up the neighbors.

Our crime-fighting and fearless NLR Police Dept politely gave us a ring at 0330 in the AM!!!

Not the way I would like to be woken up.

And what was I supposed to do? There was no one there to shut him up and we were 3 hours away.

Since then I have been a bit upset with the lad.
Not his fault, I understand.

More of my mistake, but I just really hate that he woke up our neighbors to the point that they reported him to the Police.

I feel pretty guilty and irresponsible

Oh well, I'll get over it.

In the meantime, i'm going to forgive the dog.

Pathetic.

p.s. this working thing is really crampin my blogging

happy thursday,

kate



BIRD!!!!

We are training our Woodrow to be a Water-Dog. And, when I say "we", I mean GT. I throw in the occasional command, but mostly stick to the observation deck and encouragement command post. What is a Water-Dog?... one might ask. Well, quite simply, it's a good ole huntin' dog. Therefore, not only will I be left without a husband many a weekend in the fall, but I will also be without my compadre and pup. I will send them both off into the glorious world of duck and dove killin'(and anything else that flies). Perhaps, once in a blue moon, I will be able to join them.

Here are things you might see while observing dog training at home:

Your husband sternly giving commands to a dog easiliy distrated by yours truly

Your husband rewarding a good puppy and talking a very high pitched baby-talk voice

Your husband running like a crazy man around the back yard telling the dog to "come on"

And......Mallard decoy heads in your kitchen sink.

I must say though, GT is doing a fine job so far and I am very impressed with his training. If you'll all come visit, you can get a first hand demonstration.

I'll be back with more house and job updating soon! I'm sleepy for now!

Nighty night,

Kate

There's a difference in livin' and livin' well

I have thoroughly enjoyed my time not having a day job, but I will admit that I am growing weary of the lack of interaction with others, contributing to society, and cash-o-la. All of that being said...my days are still filled with cleaning, cooking, organizing, etc.,but these are a few of the things I will miss the most from a jobless day (which, I am grateful for) once I am employed.

1. this young lad




















Woodrow and I have become quit the duo. As I mosey from room to room doing my thing, he follows then plops down and goes to sleep...move to the next room and repeat. Sometimes he'll just look at me with those big puppy-dog eyes and I know he is saying "I really like having you home all day, dad doesn't spoil me like you do". Pathetic, I know. But, I love the lil' dude.






2. Blogs.
My mornings consist of waking up whilst GT is leaving for work, grabbing a cup of coffee, plopping down on the chair, turning on the Today show and reading a few blogs. Once again, I see how badly I need a job in order to avoid this pathetic, nonproductive routine lasting forever. Believe me... I am enjoying every minute of this time because I know it is a rare period in my life and I might not ever have it again. My fave blog: http://thepioneerwoman.com/. She is an excellent writer and always has a great recipe, story or project!


3. Making the bed.
So far, I have made the bed every day. Did you hear me??? EVERY DAY. This is an amazing feat for me and I attribute it to the fact that I have all morning to make it. I guess, it's not that awesome when you look at it that way. Anywhoooo....It is so nice to go to bed at night to a neat, clean bed. I have never, for more than 2 days in a row, consistently made my bed and will try my hardest to continue this once I have an appointed time to leave in the morning.





















(note: this pic was taken before any decorating took place..er, and cleaning)
kate