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the little spoon

So… I’ve talked a little bit about the small boy. Little Baxter. He’s a unique little guy. The vet knows him pretty well at this point and I have an entire first aid kit devoted solely to him. He’s a boy after my own heart, really… I was a huge klutz as a kid and while I have never broken a bone (knock on wood) I’ve spent my fair share of time in the emergency room and at the doctor. He’s taking after me… poor guy.

But sometimes, he’s incredibly sweet. Loving and cuddly. Endearing and well behaved. It’s a rare sight to see, but when it happens, I cherish it like it will never come back.

Early this morning (0439 to be exact) I woke up to the sound of our sprinkler system. The pump is right outside the window that’s by myside of the bed. Since it’s still insanely nice outside, we’ve been leaving the windows open at night. Being woken up by the sprinkler pump happens pretty much nightly. But this morning, I rolled over to adjust the pillows over my head to not hear the pump and I see two little eyes staring at me in the moonlight. Two little, innocent, “Mommy, can I cuddle with you?” eyes. Little man had crawled his way up between TC and I in the middle of the night and had his tiny head on the pillow that resides between us. I could have been really angry with him. He isn’t supposed to be up that far on the bed* and I knew TC wouldn’t be happy if he woke up to find a puppy on his pillow… but really? How can you say no to a sweet, furry, little boy that just wants to be near you?

I couldn’t. I wrapped my arm around him and he snuggled right down into my chest. He was the little spoon. No matter how crazy or expensive he gets, he is still one of the most expressive and affectionate creatures I’ve ever come in contact with. He’s always there no matter what my mood is and he always has a cold nose to press against my face to remind me that he loves me. When he’s sleepy, he’s always touching me in some way. When he’s excited about life, I’m the one he bounces toward. When TC’s gone, he’s my cuddle buddy. He’s also the first one to alert me that there is someone at the door and the first one to growl and defend the house. He is a handful, but he’s my little boy.

He’s my little spoon 🙂

 

*Yes, our dogs sleep in the bed with us. Honestly? I don’t know anything else. Allie has been sleeping in bed with me since I got her in 2004. I’m not sure this will ever change. There is something incredibly comforting about have a dog (or two) lay on me in the middle of the night.

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sweet allie

I write quite a bit about the little guy, Baxter. He’s a good subject because he’s always into something and bouncing around like I’ve slipped him some crack (I haven’t, I promise). But Allie, sweet Allie, is my special little girl. I don’t talk about her a lot simply because she’s a really good dog. She hardly ever gets into trouble, she cuddles whenever you want her too, she’s great with kids, she’s great with other dogs, she likes car rides…  and so on and so on. She’s a great dog.

I’ve had Allie since December 2004, about a year and half before TC and I met.  I was walking out of a store in my college town and saw black lab puppies for sale. I walked over, intending to only PLAY with them for a short time. My sweet girl was the last female and the old farmer selling the puppies said that no one wanted her because she was so quiet and calm and also the runt. They wanted puppies that played and were bouncing around. I picked up this little girl and flipped her over on her back. Her little eyes met mine, she placed her little paw on my cheek, and my heart sank. (To this day she will hold eye contact with you, unlike any other dog I’ve seen. It’s like she’s staring straight into and connecting with your soul.) I wanted her so badly. But I was in college! I lived in an apartment! I didn’t need a dog! Especially not a dog that would grow up to be a BIG dog!

But I couldn’t help myself and 20 minutes later, I was driving home with a five pound, six week old puppy. She nuzzled my neck and perched on my shoulder  the whole ride home. She curled up into a little ball of dog on my lap the second we got up to my apartment. She knew the exact look or touch to give me to make me feel better when I was sick or down. She knew (and still knows) the exact spot to cuddle in the middle of a cold winter’s night to warm me (and herself, I’m sure). She was completely potty trained within two days. We were instant soul mates.

Now, don’t get me wrong, she wasn’t always such a perfect dog. She was a chewer. No matter how many toys and treats I gave her, she seemed far more interested in destroying my couch, or the box springs on my bed, or my desk chair. She even ate an entire bottle of baby oil.

We’ve put those days behind us, and now, she’s an amazing creature. So intuitive and gentle. Her heart is still broken whenever TC brings out the “deployment bag” he uses to pack for all of his deployments. She has been known to climb into the bag as if to say, “Please don’t go… but if you have to go, please take me!” Her loyalty knows no limits. She’ll let you know if you’re not welcome at the house and has scared many a salesmen off of our front porch. Her bark is ferocious and her love will melt you. She always knows the boundaries on licking and jumping up.

She is a loyal companion.

She’s my sweet girl, Allie.

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Oh Baxter…

My little man. He’s a special little boy. If you haven’t read this little gem… Go there and read it. All of it. Then come back, recollect yourself and read the rest of my story.

The “helper dog” in our situation is Allie. Sweet Allie. I love her. She’s smart and laid back and just an all around good dog. The “simple dog” in our situation is Baxter. Sweet, little, special Baxter. Almost everything in that blog post you read (you did go read it, right?) reflects how our dogs interact with each other. The part about the simple dog making magical food? Yep, that’s correct in our situation too. The high pitched whining and the helper dog flopping herself all over the floor showing her annoyance with the entire situation?? Yep that too.

So this morning; I get up, make TC breakfast and coffee, let the dogs out and sat down at the bar with my tea to begin my day. I let the dogs in and notice that the little boy is licking his paw and it looks like it’s bleeding. Awesome. After further inspection, his claw is hanging on by a thread and a few moments later, falls off completely. Ok. The vet we were recommended? Does only surgeries on Wednesdays, but they can get me in on Friday. My puppy is bleeding out on my kitchen floor and I’m supposed to just dip it in cornstarch and wait until Friday to get it checked out. ‘Cause that’s exactly what I want to do…

Another vet got us in about an hour later. However, the spastic little puppy that was bouncing around started to realize that something was very, very wrong and started to let out piercing, high-pitched squeals and shaking uncontrollably while limping around the kitchen and leaving trails of blood streaming behind him… only to circle back around a lick said blood off of the floor. After about five minutes of this, he moved to licking the injured paw and squealing in pain after the tongue touched the exposed nail bed, but he didn’t get that if he STOPPED licking it, it will, more than likely, stop hurting. He’s a special, special boy.

Now, our special little boy gets INCREDIBLY carsick. Normally, I’d dope him up with dramamine to get through the car ride, but I couldn’t get him to get into his harness, let alone get him to actually take a pill. In all the excitement, he did manage to enjoy the car ride… throwing up twice on the way to the vet’s office and barking at cars we passed. The vet got him all bandaged up and gave us antibiotics to prevent infection.

Two more times throwing up in the car on the way home led to him stepping in his own vomit before I could get it cleaned up and in turn I had to re-bandage the paw when we returned home. He’s now limping around like he’s been beaten within an inch of his life and not leaving my side. He’s such a special little boy.

So. So. Special.

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For being in a floodplain and a hurricane zone, the water control here is pretty awful. It’s been raining all day. Thunderstorms have popped up and look like they will continue to do so for most of the night. Not bad, really. I like a good thunderstorm and there is something soothing about being snuggled under a fleece blanket with a cute puppy (or two) listening to the rain. But this rain/thunderstorm/awful water control issue is hindering my workout. I haven’t joined a gym yet as I can’t find one that I really like, so I’ve been running and doing speed work in our neighborhood. Since TC got me a pretty kick-booty Goretex rain jacket for Christmas and some amazing water wicking base layer items, I thought I’d try them out when the rain let up to a sprinkle today. While this sounded like a great idea in my head, I soon realized that I was horribly, horribly wrong.

I found out today that our neighborhood floods. Big. Time. I turned around five separate times simply because there was no way I could run around the water covering not only the road, but also the sidewalks. No bueno. Also: I’m kind of a huge wuss and hate to have soaking wet feet.

I also found out today that the dogs are not a huge fan of the backyard when it rains heavily. Neither am I now that I think about it. Since we’re so close to the shore, our backyard is mainly sand. Some places have weeds grass that grows and that’s where they hang out when it’s dry, but when it’s soaking wet? They sink into the sand and it freaks them out. Again, No bueno.

In other health news. I’m finally not using tissues throughout the day! Whoever is in charge of the faucet of my nose has FINALLY decided to turn it off! My poor little red nose is so thankful. I am also down another two pounds! Well… down from where I was last week at this time. I, um.. might have… well… gained just a little… (almost five pounds to be exact) of weight over the holidays. Not amazing, but fixable. As I am writing this, I’m eating dinner… a fruit salad with these crackers and a big glass of water with fresh lemon and lime. Sometimes this whole healthy eating thing isn’t so bad. 

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With the dawning of a new year, thousands of people also start new projects. While I’m not the resolutions type of person, as mentioned in the earlier post, I am a project person. (Please see my 101 in 1001.) Since TC got me my nice new camera, who has been named Simon*, I’ve decided to embark on a new journey to improve my photography and to also document our lives here through photos. I’m sure most of you know what the Project 365 is, and even though it’s taken a few different forms, the basic premise of it is this: Take one picture and post it every day. I’ve done this when I was younger by writing something everyday. It was fun. It was hard. It was the best thing I’ve done to improve my writing. Maybe I need to add stories to my pictures too. Improve my writing and my photography at once! That might be a little too much improvement for one year. We’ll see.

So here are my first three pictures of this project and of this year. I hope you enjoy!

1.1.11

1.2.11

1.3.11

 

 

*I name objects. Please don’t hate. For example, my car is named Jackson.

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Hello, good morning and Happy New Year!!! I know this is where I’m supposed to write all about how I’m going to change my life for the better and hold to the resolutions thing… but I’m not really a resolutions type person. I’ve been plugging away at my 101 in 1001 list and I think that will work for any resolutions people think I should be making for the next two years or so. Alas, you won’t see any New Year’s resolutions from me.

In other news. I received my first Christmas present yesterday! TC felt pretty awful about leaving me alone on Christmas and the fact that I’m having such a hard time finding work down here so he decided the best present to lift my spirits (and possibly set me on a track to work for myself) would be to get me a camera. A nice camera.

Isn’t he pretty? I still have not named him, but I think we need to get a little better acquainted before I go picking out names. I think my obsession with him is borderline unhealthy. Too bad it’s so stormy here today, I’d love to get some pictures of the ocean and some of the dogs at the park.

Little man likes it already!

Also: I’ve finished my 50 questions that will free your mind, but I haven’t posted the last 20 questions for a reason. Some of them were a little more personal than I was expecting and, while I love you all dearly, I just don’t share certain aspects of my life that some of those questions touched on. I’m still debating about posting them. Sorry 😦

I’m off to play with my new camera a little more. Seriously folks, addicted. I might need an intervention.

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