4th of July Fun?

So according to my Mom since I do not like thunder storms I would not be fond of fireworks. This did prove to be mostly true or perhaps a self fulfilling prophecy designed by said mother.  I will admit I found myself unable to move my bowels due to the fact that just as I settled into the position some idiot human would attempt to blow off a body part which made me unable to focus. Then I was forced to make a run for cover and potentially dislocate the limb of whatever family member happened to have the other end of the leash. As for my choice of where to rest my weary bones while living in a bowl of what sounded like rice crispies...I've got nothing.  She wanted a lap dog so sometimes I try to oblige.

Guilty Pleasure

I am bad. I am ashamed. I like thunder storms. I enjoy the lights and sounds and wind and rain. Most of all I enjoy being needed. While I outwardly express sympathy at Jordy's clear fear of them, over the past two weeks I have come to enjoy his discomfort.  I'm thinking of some sort of 12 step program for crazy dog ladies who want to be snuggled by their 50 lb 18 month old curly headed little pups at all costs.  I think it's cute when he can't get close enough to me short of attempting to suffocate me by literally taking a boa constrictor pose around my neck.  I don't mind being so hot because of his intense body heat that I've actually considered sitting on the couch wearing nothing but short shorts and a tank, not something an over weight 47 year old woman should do.  I'm really not happy he has developed some fear and I will do whatever I can to rid him of it...but in the mean time I will enjoy it.  I am a secret thunder loving doodle owner.

God Created the Dog

Let's start this off by saying that sometimes I write as me, sometimes I write as him.  You should be able to tell the difference.  If not oh well that might be kind of funny.

So the title to this post is certainly not original.  I really don't buy the whole everything happens for a reason bs.  I do however believe that some things happen for a reason.  After my daughter died in March of 2010 I found myself sitting on my couch more and more often.  I did little if anything of any importance other than the absolute necessities.  Jordy, MD has been the answer to some of the emptiness in my life.  He is the funniest most expression filled dog who has ever had me.  Just wait and see.