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They Call it Puppy Love

They Call it Puppy Love

Morkie Family TreeI got myself something for Christmas this year… a puppy!  Yes, I know. Your first thought is, “are you mom yorkie with morkie puppiescrazy?” or maybe it was “better you than me”, or maybe you just laughed and shook your head.  I assume that, because that’s normally how I respond when someone tells me that they basically lost their little minds to the unending cuteness, whining, and the pitter-patter of four little paws.

If you are familiar with my blog, you might remember my posts about my crazy dog that had issues beyond what training, Prozac, and a dog whisper could fix.  I had to put him down about 6 months ago, because he was hurting himself uncontrollably.  It was extremely difficult, and I am still saddened by the loss.  I swore I her eyes are openwas done with pets, and I was just going to keep our older dog comfortable till it was my morkie and pit lab mixher time, and then we would be a pet free home.  Now I have a twelve and a half, year old lab, pit mix and a thirteen-week-old Morkie.  I guess I need to be more careful with my resolutions.

It all started when one of my best friends bread her little Yorkie with her next-door neighbors Maltese.  She was only planning on 2-3 puppies. One each for the parents and one for my friend’s daughter.  When the time came, though, that little yorkie birthed six puppies!  I went over to see them when they were only 3 days old… and was sold.morkie puppies

After that, I visited the litter once or twice a week.  I choose my puppy when they were about 2 weeks, bringing my morkie homeand didn’t name her till 6 weeks.  Naming a puppy is harder than it sounds.  I had decided on the name, Rue, but after visiting her again and calling her that, I quickly realized that couldn’t be her name.  Her name is Olive, and it suits her perfectly.

I brought her home at 7 weeks.  The first week was a little tough.  She was not too happy about sleeping without her family.  After my experience with my other crazy pup, I am peek a boo morkiedetermined to train my little Olive by the book.  No sleeping with me, unless the sun is up.  It only took about a week, or maybe two, but she now loves her crates, and she even goes into them on her own for naps.  I don’t have to worry about her at night, or when we leave the house, because she is safe and content in her crate.

my daughter and our morkieHousebreaking is a full time job though.  My friend had Olive and her family in a crate, and began paper-training right away.  By increasing the puppy’s area, and decreasing the newspapers, Olive learned pretty quickly that newspapers were potties.  She also took them outside to the same place cutest morkie evershortly after feeding, so they were learning to go outside as well.  Strangely, Olive only likes to go in mulch.  It’s better for me.  I don’t have to clean up the yard and it fertilizes my garden.

Now, I feed her on a schedule, and I have figured out how long it takes her to digest.  She goes outside 95% of the time, and then she will use the newspaper if I don’t make it.  At 13 weeks old, she only misses occasionally.

cutest puppy everPuppies are a lot of work.  Three of my four kids are grown and moved on, and my youngest is in high school.  I kind of thought having this puppy would help me fill my mama morkie in toy basketvoid.  Don’t get me wrong, parenting adults is still fulfilling, and definitely a big part of my life, but something about having a puppy… a little, fluffy, lovable animal, that listens, and loves unconditionally, and is always happy to see you…something about a puppy can make any bad day better.  Really.

Do you have a puppy story?pretty girl morkie

 

 

Really? for the week

Really? for the week

These are a few of the things that caused me to say, “really?” last week…

  • Watched 4 hours of a Storage Wars marathon…And liked it.
  • Traveled for 2 hours (each way) for my son to play baseball. Twice in one week.
  • Have the worst sunburn on my knees.  Just my knees.
  • Pollen.  Just pollen. (GA broke the count record at 9,369)
  • Spent an hour on the phone with a dog whisperer… (prozac dog post HERE)
  • Found out there’s a TV show called Duck Dynasty…(wondering why we can’t come up with a show idea and make it big…)
  • Had my daughter tell me that the larger spoons threw off the “feng shui” of her breakfast cereal experience.
  • Caught my husband watching Welcome Back Kotter on his iphone…
  • Had my son tell me the Hunger Games really wasn’t that violent.
  • Had to remind my son that 22 children were killed in the Hunger Games…

I also found out that my daughter is almost to her fundraising goal for her mission trip this summer.  She will be heading to Africa for 2 months.  You can read my original post about it HERE

If you feel led to contribute, please do! otherwise, we certainly covet your prayers for her as she fulfills her call.

What made you say Really? last week?

 

What’s Your Prozac?

What’s Your Prozac?

I’ve recently posted on social media about my little dog, Sam, and his unacceptable issues.  We started him on Prozac a few weeks back, as well as suiting him up with a nifty “Thunder Shirt” and a pheromone collar…  We’ve also isolated him to 2 rooms 24/7… All for the purpose of calming his little doggie demons and extending his life in this world.

We have had Sam since he was a wee little pup, when we rescued him from some neighbors.  He was abused his first few weeks of life, and has struggled ever since.  His past obviously haunts him, as he doesn’t trust anyone, especially boys.  He shakes, paces, scratches, relieves himself at will, and occasionally bites.  At this point, you’re probably wondering why we have kept him all these years.  Well, we wonder the same thing most of the time, but we actually love him and he was originally my daughter’s (aren’t they always?)…Even though we have paid for him, and ended up taking care of him 99.9% of the time, she swears that she will take him after she graduates from college.  So, the new routine will hopefully get us through the next 3 years.

All of this dog business got me thinking about human nature and how we deal with stressful situations or even just life…How often do we let our past, or our fears, dictate our behavior, subconsciously or consciously?  We can wrap ourselves in any kind of “thunder shirt” or take any kind of pill to try and numb the fears, but they always seem to come back, don’t they?

There is a way to be free from all of your fears though, and it doesn’t cost a thing.  There’s a love out there for each one of us, no matter how bad our past has been, or how many people we have bitten.  It’s the love of Christ.  He wants to adopt you, fleas and all.  (Romans 8:15

) He can wrap you in a thunder shirt of his grace, that forgives you permanently. (Acts 2:38) When the storms come, and the fears surface, you can pray to Him, in faith, and his Spirit will comfort and restore you every single time. (Romans 15:13)

So, what’s your Prozac?  Consider trying the love of Christ.  That prescription never runs out.

For the Dogs…Top 10

For the Dogs…Top 10

I’m a better parent than a dog owner.  Really.

At first glance into my home, you can clearly see that my kids have it way better than my dogs. But just in case you never get a peak into the pathetic lives of my canines, I will honor them in this weeks top 10…

The top 5 ways my kids have it better than my dogs…

  1. My kids have free roam of the house. My dogs can only inhabit 3 rooms.
  2. My kids get to ride in my car all the time.  My dogs only travel to the vet when they are sick or need a shot. (I hate the slobber marks they leave on the window)
  3. I serve a variety of meals to my kids. The dogs get Purina Lamb & Rice. Everyday, twice a day. (if no one forgets) 365 days a year.
  4. My kids decide what they wear, for the most part.  My dogs wear whatever cute or ridiculous outfit that suits my fancy…
  5. My kids can use the bathroom when they need to.  My dogs have to wait till I feel like getting up…

The top 5 ways my dogs have it better than my kids…

  1. My dogs can run around in the yard all day.  My kids have responsibilities.
  2. I bathe my dogs in the “big” tub.  My kids bathe themselves. Period.
  3. My dogs can sleep all day if they want to.  My kids get up in the morning. Or else.
  4. Dogs invented the “puppy dog” look, and it always works for them.  My kids… not so much.
  5. If my dogs have an accident in the house, they get yelled at. Maybe.  If my kids have an accident in the house, they get grounded, and possibly an appointment with a specialist.

So, who do you really think has it better?