Saturday, October 27, 2012

A Tale of Three Dogs

We have a dog.  His name is Mickey, and he is eight years old.  He's a little on the stupid side, but he is so dang cute, and we've had him since he was a pup--so in spite of his exceeding dumbness, we love him.  But he is NOT a house dog, so he lives in his dog run in the summer, and during the winter, we bring his dog house up on to the patio and give him free run of the backyard.  He gets to sleep in his kennel in the warm kitchen at night.  Not a bad life for a dog.  But I wonder sometimes if he gets a little lonely...

Our next-door neighbors also have a dog.  This dog is a wolf.  Well, he might not really be a wolf, but he sure looks like one!  And he's kind of schizo.  He acts like a frightened cat.  But he's alone in his backyard most of the day, and I KNOW he gets lonely, because he keeps bashing holes in the fence and coming over to visit Mickey.  He used to do it all the time, and then we fixed the fence, so he didn't come over for quite a while.  But in the past week or so, he's been over every day, and at all hours of the night.  Sometimes when I come down to the kitchen at 6:30 in the morning to make lunches, there's that wolf, hanging out by the patio door, waiting for Mickey to play.  I don't really mind--he's a pretty good boy as wolf dogs go, and he and Mickey seem to enjoy each others dog company.

Well,  Paul and Nicole have been wanting a dog for...well, forever.  Several months ago, Paul found a poor little stray basset hound wandering alone in the hills near our home.  Paul took this little doggie up and down the street asking all the neighbors if it was theirs, and they all said no, but he had been living in the neighborhood as a stray for at least a week.  He was obviously NOT a stray, but someone's lost little boy, because he was friendly and trained and obedient.  He was also hungry and lonely, so Paul brought him home and named him Tuffy.  The bad news is that Paul and Nicole can't have pets in their apartment, and their landlord already made an exception for their chickens, since they don't actually live IN the apartment.  But they couldn't keep Tuffy.  So we kept him for a while, while Paul called the Animal Shelter every few days to see if anyone had come looking for him.  No one had, and no one did.  This went on for over a week.

But one day, a  man was walking down our street pushing his little baby in a stroller, and Tuffy was barking (Tuffy ALWAYS barks--a big, howly basset hound bark...).  The man stopped dead in his tracks and stared at our house for a minute,  and then he quickly walked away.  Ten minutes later he was back at our house in his truck, asking if we had recently found a lost little basset hound.  We told him we had, and he eagerly gave a detailed description of Tuffy and asked if it matched the dog we found.  Of course, it did--down to the funny way his right foot turns out a little bit--so we took him into the backyard and Tuffy came running happily to his real owner.  And that was that.  Tuffy (NORM??) went home.

Fast forward to last week when Nicole was window shopping dogs on KSL, and guess who she found FREE TO A GOOD HOME?  It seems like destiny!  So Tuffy is back, spending his days in our backyard with Mickey.  Paul and Nicole come over to see him every day, and so does our wolf dog friend!

For a mom who can barely tolerate having one dog, here is what we've had lately:



SIGH.  The fun just never ends around here!

Saturday, October 13, 2012

Catching Up

I feel very sheepish about not blogging for a month.  But the truth is, I have been really busy, and something(s) had to give!  I have been trying to choose sanity over accomplishing everything on the to-do list, and managing, but only just.

That is why today, at 3:41 p.m., I am still in my pajamas.  I did manage to brush  my hair, but only because my night ponytail gave up and left me with no choice.  However, joy of joy and heaven of heaven, I slept in until 8:30 this morning, and it felt SO GOOD.  And now the laundry is almost done, the Halloween decorating is finished, the mess from last night's work party is cleaned up, everyone has fresh flannel sheets on their beds (thank you fall, for finally coming to Utah!!), and I feel pretty good.  Maybe I should sleep in until 8:30 every day and always wear my jammies...

So here's what's been happening in the past month:

This is my cute little brand new Bear Cub Scout!  He'll move on to Webelos in a few months, and he's pretty excited.  The task now is to see if I can get his patches sewn on before then...

Here's Wade receiving his Star rank advancement and a few merit badges.  He's getting closer and closer to finishing with his Scouting requirements, and to tell you the truth, I'll be glad when he's done.  I don't enjoy the Scouting program all that much, even though Wade is pretty easy to work with.  The program is NOT that easy to work with, and it gives me ulcers.  (I'm not even kidding).

New this year...Wade is playing football.  He loves it.  I have mixed feelings.  He's been injured once, and I embarrassed myself and Dennis by being the stereotypical panicky mother.  But he's part of a team, and I know that's important to a boy this age.  Heck, it's important to all of us to feel part of something, so I don't want to make him quit, even though every sensible fiber of my being begs for him to do just that.

Here's the Timpview 8th grade team being squashed by Provo.  So far this season, we're 1-5.  Ouch.

See those giant fellows in the background?  There were a few boys on the other team that were only slightly smaller than those guys.  We had no chance.

I'm not sure if you can tell by the way Isaac is standing, but he was SO EXCITED to attend a session of General Conference in the Conference Center!  He spent most of the time drawing or reading or lounging on the floor under our feet, but he was really excited to go...

Wade, on the other hand, was not all that excited about being there.  But lately, he doesn't get all that excited about anything.  He's thirteen.

This is me in my office at work.  This will only be my office for a few more days, because I found out this week that I got the new job I applied for.  I will be the new Undergraduate Advisor for the Mechanical Engineering Department!  I'm very excited, but also very nervous, because since our other advisor left, things have been piling up, and there is a lot to do.  I have been trying to do bits and pieces of two jobs for the past few weeks, and it has been stressful.  Several nights this week I have woken up in the middle of the night, unable to sleep because my mind is churning, so I am anxious to get down to business and start learning my new job.

This is my front yard.  I LOVE decorating for Halloween.  I have been collecting my decorations since Dennis and I first got married, and I have quite a good collection going.  I helped both Kate and Nicole get their collections started for our Conference Weekend Girls' Night (and Isaac) Out!  If you're wondering, Shopko has the best prices on Halloween decorations, and also the best selection.

More Halloween...we made these ghosties for Family Home Evening once when we actually held Family Home Evening!  Cut up sheets, balls of newspaper, and twist ties.  I wash them and put them away after each Halloween, and we stuff them up again every year.

These creepy skeletons light up at night, which increases their creepiness.  They're so awesome!!

And more Halloween.  Maybe I over do it, but if you can't over do Halloween, what's the point??

So you can see, I've been busy.  There is other news, too.  Because of my new job, I have retired from teaching.  I've said tearful goodbyes to my students, but will be able to come home from work now and help the boys with their homework, and do other important things.  For example, I made dinner TWO TIMES last week.  HOW AWESOME IS THAT???!!

Oh, and one more thing.  Last night, Kate told me she has decided that she wants to serve a mission.  For those of you keeping track, she will be nineteen in about 10 months.  Crap.  Hooray!!