Husbands and Dogs

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First, I want to thank everyone for your kind, supportive words. It’s been a rough patch and your compassion and sensitivity have been much appreciated. You guys are the best!

One of my favorite dog-loving friends and I were talking about how our dogs have changed our husbands as well. I think it’s safe to say that Kiera is the first dog Andrew ever completely bonded with. And so he’s been just as deeply affected by her loss as I have.

My friend, Judy, lost a dog that changed her life not that long ago too, so we do the only thing people can do when they can’t possibly feel an ounce sadder than they already do–they start telling funny stories. And Judy is one of the funniest people I know.  I thought you might enjoy a little levity about her partner and her beloved (albeit very difficult) rescue dachshund. Continue reading

I Miss These Days…

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With a beloved dog getting ready to move on to the next world, and a beloved daughter getting ready to move on to college, I’m doing all I can to slow down time. I’ve been laughing all morning looking through an old scrapbook. Any parents out there–I thought you could relate to this one.

Letter to Tooth Fairy

What? Do You Guys Think You Live in a Barn?

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This morning, Graidy was annoying Kiera, as he often does — he’s a playful goofball and she’s always on the job — so she took matters into her own hands. She pawed open the sliding glass door, and Graidy dashed out to see if there was anything fun outside to bark at. (He’s also easily amused). Okay, maybe that’s not so unusual, since I’ve previously told you that Kiera can open nearly every door in this house. But then she closed the door behind him. I kid you not.

Kiera stood by the door and turned to me with a smile on her face and a wiggle in her butt, happy to be relieved of her pest. But Wink (my Cavalier)… Wink without Graidy is like the sky without the sun — sad, sad, sad. He yipped and yipped his consternation and despair. And then… And then… He scratched furiously at the door until he was able to crack it open to let Graidy in. I kid you not. Continue reading

Yeah… No

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I was raised  by a father who taught me how to be creative, resourceful, and self-reliant. There’s little I can’t fix and not much that I can’t build—up to and including completely renovating a house by myself.

All the tools in the garage (and there are lots) are mine. In other words, I’m handy. And I love to invent things and improve on things that are less than perfectly designed.

Which also makes me a little bit of a gadget freak. I’m always looking for the next perfect tool or solution. So I thought I’d create a separate category for reviewing products that I’ve tried. Some will be fantastic and some–like today’s–will get my newly invented Red Herring Teapot Award.

First let me say that any kitchen gadget store, building supply store, and computer/stationary store are all stores I purposefully try to avoid because they’re like crack for me. Really. I start hyperventilating with excitement at the specter of all the great things I could do with that stuff. Continue reading

So You’d Like Me to Hitch Hike

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“Mom, can I take the train in to Boston to go to a Red Sox game with Dan?”

“Just you and Dan?”

(Both kids are only 16. Dan is one of Cait’s many guy friends.)

“Yep.”

“How come he’s inviting you and not one of his buddies?”

“They’re all Yankees fans. I’m the only Red Sox fan he knows.”

(What my daughter also fails to mention is that  she lives for adventure!) Continue reading

I Seem to be Stuck in Invention Mode

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My brother, Eric, and I have had something of an invention contest since we were kids. We’re always thinking and scheming, and we’ve even patented a few. This was my latest, of which my very funny brother was not initially grasping. (Apologies in advance for the slightly graphic nature of our exchange. : )

Karen: That invention in my dream. I remember what it was now — a toilet that uses compressed air instead of water…

Eric: That’s hilarious , compressed air up your hole will kill you! There won’t be anyone around to clean up the mess :)

Karen: No no no!!! Not up your hole! Compressed air to blow everything DOWN the hole. lol. You’re making fun of my multi-billion dollar idea?!

Have you ever invented anything?

My Kindle

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Okay, so this shoebox of books I keep in my car isn’t technically a Kindle, but for me it serves the same purpose.  Aside from the fact that my shoebox only holds around six books vs Kindle’s 1,500, it does provide a serviceable selection of reading material at a moment’s notice.

With all the waiting I do for Cait from after-school sports these days, I’m always sitting around with time to spare.  Having a handy book helps pass the time.

Actually, truth be told, I’d love a Kindle. The advantages would be numerous for me — no more rooms full of book shelves, lots of trees saved, all the information I need on one device…

But, alas, the types of books I read (primarily nonfiction resource-type books) aren’t readily available yet.

So Amazon, Google, and B&N, would ya hurry it along and catch up already!

Two Essential Questions

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A friend with dogs and kids sent me one of those “Been there, done that” emails. It read:

Life really boils down to two essential questions.

1. Should I get a dog? Or…
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2. Should I have children?

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I’d have to say on behalf of those of us who have “been there and done that,” that  having a dog first definitely helps to develop important skills you’ll need later as a parent.  At the very least, there’s a good likelihood your dog will destroy enough of your furniture so that you won’t care when your kids come along and finish off the rest. :)

Is Having Three Dogs Better Than Two or One?

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[Since Google is sending people here re 3 vs 2 dogs (which I wrote as a fun fluff piece), please also read this more serious post for my honest opinion: "What I Really Think About Having 3 Dogs vs 2 Dogs" first before you decide.]

I’m often asked if there are benefits to having multiple dogs. I’d have to say it depends on the number of multiples you’re considering. For instance, is having two dogs better than having one dog alone?  That’s an easy YES, if you have the time and the space. Any herd or pack animal benefits from having another of its species (when it’s the right match).

And sometimes I’m asked what it’s like to have three dogs vs. two dogs, and the answer is I wish I had a third hand to pet and train. But three, for me, is much better than only having one. This is definitely a case where a few pictures are worth a thousand words.

dogs talking

Play…

3 dogs running

…play…

dogs playing

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dogs running playing

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more dog running playing

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3 dogs playing

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3 dogs talking

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you can't catch me

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3 dogs on couch

Tired dogs are good dogs…


3 on the couchAnd to all a good night!

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Happy Mother’s Day

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To all my “mom” friends–here are a few smiles to brighten your day.

[Answers given by 2nd grade school children to the following questions:]

Why did God make mothers?

  1. She’s the only one who knows where the scotch tape is.
  2. Mostly to clean the house.
  3. To help us out of there when we were getting born.

How did God make mothers?

  1. He used dirt, just like for the rest of us.
  2. Magic plus super powers and a lot of stirring.
  3. God made my Mom just the same like he made me. He just used bigger parts.

What ingredients are mothers made of?

  1. God makes mothers out of clouds and angel hair and everything nice in the world and one dab of mean.
  2. They had to get their start from men’s bones. Then they mostly use string, I think.

Why did God give you Your mother & not some other mom?

  1. We’re related.
  2. God knew she likes me a lot more than other people’s moms like me.

What kind of little girl was your mom?

  1. My Mom has always been my Mom and none of that other stuff.
  2. I don’t know because I wasn’t there, but my guess would be pretty bossy.
  3. They say she used to be nice.

What did Mom need to know about dad before she married him?

  1. His last name.
  2. She had to know his background. Like is he a crook? Does he get drunk on beer?
  3. Does he make at least $800 a year? Did he say NO to drugs and YES to chores?

Why did your Mom marry your dad?

  1. My dad makes the best spaghetti in the world. And my Mom eats a lot.
  2. She got too old to do anything else with him.
  3. My grandma says that Mom didn’t have her thinking cap on.

Who’s the boss at your house?

  1. Mom doesn’t want to be boss, but she has to because dad’s such a goof ball.
  2. Mom. You can tell by room inspection. She sees the stuff under the bed.
  3. I guess Mom is, but only because she has a lot more to do than dad.

What’s the difference between Moms & Dads?

  1. Moms work at work and work at home & dads just go to work at work.
  2. Moms know how to talk to teachers without scaring them.
  3. Dads are taller & stronger, but Moms have all the real power ’cause that’s who you got to ask if you want to sleep over at your friend’s.
  4. Moms have magic, they make you feel better without medicine.

What does your Mom do in her spare time?

  1. Mothers don’t do spare time.
  2. To hear her tell it, she pays bills all day long.

What would it take to make your Mom perfect?

  1. On the inside she’s already perfect. Outside, I think some kind of plastic surgery.
  2. Diet. You know, her hair. I’d diet, maybe blue.

If you could change one thing about your Mom, what would it be?

  1. She has this weird thing about me keeping my room clean. I’d get rid of that.
  2. I’d make my Mom smarter. Then she would know it was my sister who did it and not me.
  3. I would like for her to get rid of those invisible eyes on the back of her head.

 

Okay, if the above didn’t make you laugh — here’s another chance:

THE MOMMY TEST
I was out walking with my 4 year old daughter. She picked up something off the ground and started to put it in her mouth. I took the item away from her and I asked her not to do that.

“Why?” my daughter asked.

“Because it’s been laying outside, you don’t know where it’s been, it’s dirty and probably has germs” I replied.

At this point, my daughter looked at me with total admiration and asked, “Wow! How do you know all this stuff?”

“Uh,” …I was thinking quickly,”All moms know this stuff. It’s on the Mommy Test. You have to know it, or they don’t let you be a Mommy.”

We walked along in silence for 2 or 3 minutes, but she was evidently pondering this new information.

“OH…I get it!” she beamed, “So if you don’t pass the test you have to be the daddy.”

“Exactly” I replied back with a big smile on my face and joy in my heart.

[Both of these ditties were sent by email. I could not find the original authors to give credit. If you know who they are, please let me know and I'll credit them.]

The Case of the Dog Food Mouse, the City Mouse, and the Country Mouse

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So goes a recent phone conversation between Cait at home after school, and Andrew and me at work. Cait calls. Andrew picks up the phone.

Cait: Dad, there’s a mouse in the dog food drawer. How do I get it out?

Andrew: Yell at it.

Cait: Yell at it?

Andrew:  Yeah, that’ll scare it out.

Cait: Is Mom there?

Andrew (handing me the phone): Cait wants to talk to you .

Me: Hey honey, what’s up?

Cait: Mom, there’s a mouse in the dog food drawer. How do I get it out?

Me: Go into the pantry and get a plastic container and a piece of cardboard. Put the container over the mouse and slide the cardboard gently under the container, trapping the mouse.  Then carry the mouse out to the barn and let it go.

Cait: Okay. Thanks Mom.

And the dog food mouse lived happily ever after.

As for Cait, she continues to deftly juggle her city mouse father who didn’t grow up with much experience in the critter department and her country mouse mother who grew up with plenty. And we all lived happily ever after too.

 

Living With a Dog Who Speaks English

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Kiera, my Australian Shepherd, has a vocabulary of a hundred or so individual words and a couple dozen expressions — last time I counted. On the one hand it makes life much easier for me. For instance, I can just tell her to go get Cait for dinner, instead of yelling upstairs. Or I can ask her to help me find my other shoe that Graidy, my Border Collie mix, has hidden somewhere. The “helpful” list goes on and on. There are also those times when it can be a real pain in the derriere. This was one of those instances:

Kiera, lying quietly in her favorite cool spot by the sliding door, tracked me with her eyes as I walked into the family room to see what my teenage daughter was up to.

“Cait, do you want to come for a ‘W’ with me?” I asked.

As with a young child, when we don’t want Kiera to understand what we’re saying, we revert to spelling or just using the first letter of the word.

“Are you going to take ‘K’?” Cait asked in return.

I knew if I said yes, she wouldn’t want to come because Kiera likes to go fast, and Cait likes to saunter. And I wanted Cait to get some fresh air.

“I think Dad’s taking her for an ‘R’ later,” I answered.

My husband, Andrew, walked into the hallway from his study upstairs and looked down to see what we were planning.

“Are you guys taking Kiera for a walk?” he asked.

Kiera sprang to her feet, hearing the ‘K’ and ‘W’ words spoken in one sentence.

“Shhhh,” I practically spit. But not in time.

“Because I was going to take her for a run later.”

Oh great. And now the ‘R’ word. Kiera was doing leaping spins in the air as she ran over to us. Wiggling butt. Happy dog dance. Joyous jumps. You get the idea. Nobody was going to get out of the house without her now.

“Thanks,” I said to Andrew with mild annoyance.

Andrew leaned over to see why I was miffed.

“Oh,” he said, seeing Kiera’s happy, expectant face. “Sorry. I didn’t realize she was right there; I thought she was outside.”

With the beans spilled, so to speak, there was only one thing to do. I said, “Kiera, do you want to go for a walk or a run?”

Kiera glanced from the leash on the coat rack to me, and then she very deliberately moved over to Andrew’s running shoes by the door. She first looked up at Andrew and then to the shoes and back to Andrew and then to the shoes…

Andrew and I both looked at each other and chuckled.

“Looks like you’re up,” I said.

And away they went…

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Finn always likes to be right where the action is. Graidy, on the other hand, prefers to get as far away from the front door as he can. He’s not interested in going anywhere. He’s my home boy.

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