Shelby's World

A Pitiful Day

Here's the back story:  Samantha and Eli got palatal expanders put in their mouthes.  Eli can roll with it, but Samantha is somewhat traumatized.

When you put that kind of hardware in the mouth of an anxious child that only likes about 5 foods you've got a problem.

She's found it difficult to eat anything.  This equals chronic low blood sugar, and that equals drama... for everyone.

The first eruption happened on our way to pick up Poppy from the vet.  

A summary~ screams, tears and flying fishy crackers.

She waited in the car while I got the dog.

Poppy was spayed and returned to me looking like this~

In a word... pitiful.

I stood in front of the car window, with coned dog in hand, looking at my crying child.

She began to laugh.

Then cry.

Then laugh.

Then cry.

Then she settled on laughter and compassion for the coned one.

The end of the story looked like this~

Two pitiful girls doing the best that they can.

One mom grateful for both.

I'm trying so hard not to be the crazy puppy lady, but seriously?

Don't hate me because I'm beautiful.

 

Scale

So many people are surprised by how small Poppy is so this should give you an idea of her size.

Our little Pop Tart is just bigger than a pop can.  (Diet Coke of course;)

Here's some answers to your questions~

No, she does not sleep thru the night.  (See bags under Shelby's eyes)

Yes, she's had accidents in the house, but we're getting better!

Yes, sometimes the kids fight over her.  But I always win.

Yes, I put her in a little bag and take her to public places.  So far she's been to a basketball game, Lowes, Bible Study, the gym, and TJ Maxx.  

No, we could NOT be any happier.  She's OSM.

14 days.

Have you met Poppy?

Did you know she's a Christian dog?  She totally has a cross on.  Obviously.

Here's the deal...

I think I'm more excited for my puppy than I was to have my own children.

Does that sound weird?

It probably does if you DON'T have children.

Here's the thing~

I don't have to send this puppy to college or teach it to be a nice person.

My commitment is probably 12-15 years and won't cost hundreds of thousands of dollars.

She won't roll her eyes at me and say, "Whatever Mom."

I could even kick her (which I won't) and she'd still love me 2 seconds later.

Children are over-rated.

Speaking of... I should go since mine are sledding around the neighborhood unsupervised.

Bad mommy.

Are you ready? It's the year of the Schnoodle.

 

 

Some of you have already known about the secret Eric and I have been keeping for many months.

Thankfully Christmas is over and I can now shout to the world that we're getting a puppy!

The kids are very excited.

Eric is mildly excited.

I am off the hook crazy excited!

Thanks to the generosity of my BELOVED FAMILY,

the Friesens will bring home a Schnoodle in about 4 weeks.

*Disclaimer- please don't make fun of me or judge me for not rescusing a really sad pit bull-lab mix from the Humane Society.  Here's my reasoning: I couldn't buy the genetics of my children, so the least I can do is purchase some good genes in a dog.  Hopefully it will obey us better than our children:)  Plus I really wanted a puppy.  I need something to mother.  Again.

Let's talk about my schnoodle obsession for a moment... 

it can't be healthy.

But seriously, if one of these was about to move in with you, wouldn't you be a little crazy too?

Couple of quick answers to your possible questions~ 

Yes, it will be a male or female.  (still undecided)

Yes, it will be black w/ possibly a touch of white.

Name?  Well... that gets tricky.  Eric is pulling rank and says we have to name it Buster.

Won't work for a female.  Busty?  I don't think so.

We pick up our pup on Jan. 31st.

We got it here.  They have been amazing especially considering I email like 10 questions a day.

Yes, almost all blog posts and Facebook Status Updates will be about my schnoodle starting February 1st.  Just hide me now.