Posts Tagged ‘dogs’
I thought a lot about what PERFECT would look like.
- my house would be "grandma ready"
- my garden would look perfect and planted like it was suppose to be.
- all my school papers would be graded.
- closets would be cleaned out
- all my needlepoint projects would be finished, and I would only be working on one at a time.
- I would have made the most perfect dinner with dessert and our family would be enjoying it together
- watching a great movie with my family
Since I don't have any of those things done.. here's a picture of a different kind of perfect..
This is #4, Elvis, #5 and my nephew sleeping after a big day of playing. This is perfect!
Elvis has been on my mind a lot lately. While I was gone on the Mission Trip with the youth group he apparently acted like a total turd. According to #1 me calling Elvis a turd is being nice.
#1 believes that I am Elvis' master. (not true) She thinks that when I am gone he acts nervous and can't relax. Apparently he poo'd in the basement each day I was gone, instead of asking to go out. He also would not follow directions, and in general just sat around and barked. He chewed up a bra, shoes, brio train track and a wood letter.
Do you think this is true? Could the dog have missed me that much?
Since our sweet French Mastiff died a few months ago, my kids have been bugging me to get a new dog. I did a few weeks of research and we found this sweet dog..
We are told he is a Boxer-Bull Terrier Mix. His name was Remy.. but we re-named him Elvis. He really just seems like an Elvis to us.
Last Sunday we headed over to Mission Pet Connection to see if
Remy um.. Elvis wanted to come home with us. This isn't a great photo.. but this is the family waiting for our first glimpse of our new puppy.
#2 with the then named Remy…
#4 playing with Elvis
He's cute huh? He always looks like he's smiling.
Here's #3 and #5 begging for
Elvis has fit in to our family pretty well. The degus and cats aren't too crazy about him.. but the kids love him. The first night he slept with #5.. which he does every night until #2 goes to bed and then he crawls under the covers and sleeps with his head on #2's pillow.
He likes to lay on the rug in the kitchen and drool (seriously) while I cook. He's super active, and isn't sure who to follow in a family of 8. I watch him lay down on The Man's feet after dinner and Elvis looks at me as if to say; "Thanks for picking me."