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the pooch

This pooch came to live with us almost 3 months ago.  She was a tiny little bean - still is.  Her name is Sadie and we all love her.

And by all of us, I do mean each and every member of our family.  I love her because she does not shed.  (And other reasons, but today, it is the attribute of not shedding.  Thank you.)  There's a five-year-old boy at our house who enjoys having a fire dog, a cattle dog, a roping dog, a police dog . . . and goodness, does she think he belongs to her. 

Already, Sadie's a pretty loyal companion.  And Ruby scores extra points because she is the closest in size to Sadie - thus, she gets the rolling, the jumping and the licking, but she's tough!  Ruby can probably get Sadie in the kennel faster than anyone in the house and it's a treat to watch. 

"I'm a lonely little puppy in a broccoli patch, a broccoli patch, a broccoli patch.  I'm a lonely little puppy in a broccoli patch and all I do is cry all day - boo hoo!" 

(Sorry.  I thought it was funny and then when I typed it all out, I determined it was not as funny if you didn't know the onion patch song, but I"m not going to delete it.) 

And Sadie is always quite glad to join in on an family activity that might involve her favorite people.  Trains might just be one fun time.  Especially if there are treats in the dining car.  

But when the train is parked and Sadie's made her rounds to be sure both her little people are in their proper spots for nighttime, Daddy's lap is the place to be.  (Repeat after me: spoiled pooch.)

 

 

celebrating five years

This summer we celebrated five years of August M.   There are oh-so-many layers of August  . . . he wears many hats and each of them he honors with equal intensity.  There isn't anything my boy does not do with his whole heart (unless it's brush his teeth or make his bed, but I'm not sure anyone really does).

This kid loves four-legged creatures and anything with wheels.  His heart is tender and his soul quite giving - yet he'll stand up for himself and that Sister of his.  Cowboys and pistols, "putting food by for the winter", and writing are daily passions this summer as are "special days" and going out to eat.  (Could any child possibly love the experience of a restaurant dinner more than August?)  

I watch my boy as his love of letters and numbers blossoms and grows into signs, lists and notes.  I step over a deflated fireman, cowboy, princess and policeman as they lay in heaps, discarded from one act of play to another.  I marvel as he and I play the parts of nursery rhymes and childhood stories in the car - and then make up songs to accompany our fun.  I stand in amazement, watching a chid who is ever so attuned to the colors, textures and patterns of the world around him. 

And I am ever so grateful for our five years of August.