She's really good at paying attention. I guess it comes from all that "watch dog" training.
Although, sometimes she cheats and looks at my tiles!
Sunday, January 04, 2009
I'm teaching my dog to play board games.
My dog plays Scrabble, but since she usually only knows 3 or 4-letter words like "arf", "bark", "woof", and "howl", she usually needs a little help thinking up 2-letter words. We let her use the manual now and then.
She's really good at paying attention. I guess it comes from all that "watch dog" training.
Although, sometimes she cheats and looks at my tiles!
She's really good at paying attention. I guess it comes from all that "watch dog" training.
Although, sometimes she cheats and looks at my tiles!
Saturday, December 27, 2008
I'm having 6 babies.
Did that title grab your attention? Well, that was the "title"of the dream my husband had about me the other night, and then he went on to tell me about the dream while we were in WalMart and I about fell over from hysterics while others in the store made a wide berth to "stay away from that crazy lady."
Hubs dreamed that I wanted a baby so I went behind his back to a fertility clinic. Of course he found out and I told him, "Yeah, I'm having 6. But don't worry, I've already given 3 away and I'm finding homes for the other 3."
As if they were kittens!! And why did I want to have babies if I was going to give them all away anyway?
I asked Hubs what happened next, and he said, "I don't remember. I think I had a stroke."
Hubs dreamed that I wanted a baby so I went behind his back to a fertility clinic. Of course he found out and I told him, "Yeah, I'm having 6. But don't worry, I've already given 3 away and I'm finding homes for the other 3."
As if they were kittens!! And why did I want to have babies if I was going to give them all away anyway?
I asked Hubs what happened next, and he said, "I don't remember. I think I had a stroke."
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Fat on babies = cute. Fat on me = not so much.
Why is it that double chins are cute on babies, but not on 40 year women?
And why can't I wear horizontal stripes, when babies can, and proportionally their stomachs are fatter than mine??
And when do rolls on thighs become "ugh" instead of "adorable?"
If I could be a baby, I'd be cute on all three fronts. :)
And why can't I wear horizontal stripes, when babies can, and proportionally their stomachs are fatter than mine??
And when do rolls on thighs become "ugh" instead of "adorable?"
If I could be a baby, I'd be cute on all three fronts. :)
Sunday, November 30, 2008
A comedy, based on errors and many confused people
The setting: my house, in my favorite La-Z-Girl recliner with my cell phone
The characters: Me, my Auntie M, my daughter Babs, my mom Kate, and my seester who started it all- TC.
Scene 1:
The phone rings. It's 10:00 p.m. and I get a panicked look while my brain races, "Who's calling me so late, oh gosh, it's probably something wrong, I hope it's not Mom or Dad or one of the kids, oh no..."
Enter: my mom
Mom: Hello, Nancy?
Me: Oh, hi Mom. What are you doing calling me so late?
Mom: Well, I just got off the phone with Auntie M. and she said something about your dad being in the hospital!"
Me (VERY confused): Uh, Mom, you live with Dad. Wouldn't you know if he were in the hospital?
Mom: Well, Auntie M. said she talked to you and you told her Dad was in the hospital.
Me (VERY, VERY confused): Why would I do that when he's clearly NOT in the hospital?
Mom: I told her I was the one who had been in the hospital.
Me (panicked): WHAT?? When were YOU in the hospital?
Mom: Oh, last week when I had those chest pains.
Me (relieved): Oh, yeah, well that was just for tests.
Mom: Well, why did you tell her DAD was in the hospital?
Me (back to confused): I DIDN'T!
Mom: I don't know. I thought she said you told her.
Me (anxious to get my sanity back): I'm calling Auntie M. right now and figure this thing out.
Scene 2: Me still in La-Z-Girl with cell phone, now down to 2 bars.
Enter: Auntie M.
Me: Hello, Auntie M.
Auntie M: Oh, hi! What are you doing calling me so late? And how's your father?
Me: Well, I just got off the phone with Mom. It was a very confusing conversation, but basically she said that I told you that Dad was in the hospital!
Auntie M: No! You see, I went to church with Babs today, and she told me that your dad was in the hospital.
Me (here comes the confusion once again. By now we're old pals): Why would Babs tell you that? He's not in the hospital!
Enter: TC (so to speak. Actually, TC's NAME and BLAME enters here)
Auntie M: Babs said she was reading TC's blog and it said your dad was in the hospital.
Me (glad that I had read TC's blog just that day or else my head would have exploded at this point): Oh, THAT! No, no, no. She was writing about something that happened months ago.
Auntie M (NOT relieved): Why did Babs tell me that she had just read about it that day?
Me (clearly putting the blame on TC): TC actually WROTE about the incident just recently, but the REAL incident happened a long time ago. But she didn't put the date or anything on her blog, so it seems like it just happened.
Auntie M (STILL not relieved): Why didn't anyone tell me back then??
Me: Well, it turned out to be nothing. If it had been a real emergency, you would have been notified.... oh gosh, I'm sounding like the Federal Broadcasting Emergency System. Listen, I have to call Babs. Later!
Scene 3: STILL on La-Z-Girl with cell phone, now down to 1 bar.
Me: Babs? It's me, Mum.
Babs: Hi Mumzy! How are you?
Me: Auntie M. and I were just talking and she said that you told her that Gramps was in the hospital.
Babs: Yeah, I read it in Aunt TC's blog today.
Me: Weren't you worried?
Babs: No, I told Auntie M. that no one had called me so it must not have a been a big deal.
Me: Well, no one called you because he's NOT in the hospital.
Babs (now it's HER turn to join Confusion's circle of friends): Why would Aunt TC write that then?
Me: Because Gramps was in the hospital back in June.
Babs: But she just wrote about it this week!
Me: I KNOW! But she didn't state WHEN the actual event happened, and I'm telling you it happened months ago! He's NOT in the hospital. And Auntie M. panicked and called Grammie who was all confused who called me who was all confused who called Auntie M. to straighten it out and now I'm calling YOU to straighten it out. Oops! There goes my battery warning. It's almost dead.
Whew.
It's midnight.
I'm going to bed.
And from now on I 'm turning off my cell phone at 9:00 p.m.
The characters: Me, my Auntie M, my daughter Babs, my mom Kate, and my seester who started it all- TC.
Scene 1:
The phone rings. It's 10:00 p.m. and I get a panicked look while my brain races, "Who's calling me so late, oh gosh, it's probably something wrong, I hope it's not Mom or Dad or one of the kids, oh no..."
Enter: my mom
Mom: Hello, Nancy?
Me: Oh, hi Mom. What are you doing calling me so late?
Mom: Well, I just got off the phone with Auntie M. and she said something about your dad being in the hospital!"
Me (VERY confused): Uh, Mom, you live with Dad. Wouldn't you know if he were in the hospital?
Mom: Well, Auntie M. said she talked to you and you told her Dad was in the hospital.
Me (VERY, VERY confused): Why would I do that when he's clearly NOT in the hospital?
Mom: I told her I was the one who had been in the hospital.
Me (panicked): WHAT?? When were YOU in the hospital?
Mom: Oh, last week when I had those chest pains.
Me (relieved): Oh, yeah, well that was just for tests.
Mom: Well, why did you tell her DAD was in the hospital?
Me (back to confused): I DIDN'T!
Mom: I don't know. I thought she said you told her.
Me (anxious to get my sanity back): I'm calling Auntie M. right now and figure this thing out.
Scene 2: Me still in La-Z-Girl with cell phone, now down to 2 bars.
Enter: Auntie M.
Me: Hello, Auntie M.
Auntie M: Oh, hi! What are you doing calling me so late? And how's your father?
Me: Well, I just got off the phone with Mom. It was a very confusing conversation, but basically she said that I told you that Dad was in the hospital!
Auntie M: No! You see, I went to church with Babs today, and she told me that your dad was in the hospital.
Me (here comes the confusion once again. By now we're old pals): Why would Babs tell you that? He's not in the hospital!
Enter: TC (so to speak. Actually, TC's NAME and BLAME enters here)
Auntie M: Babs said she was reading TC's blog and it said your dad was in the hospital.
Me (glad that I had read TC's blog just that day or else my head would have exploded at this point): Oh, THAT! No, no, no. She was writing about something that happened months ago.
Auntie M (NOT relieved): Why did Babs tell me that she had just read about it that day?
Me (clearly putting the blame on TC): TC actually WROTE about the incident just recently, but the REAL incident happened a long time ago. But she didn't put the date or anything on her blog, so it seems like it just happened.
Auntie M (STILL not relieved): Why didn't anyone tell me back then??
Me: Well, it turned out to be nothing. If it had been a real emergency, you would have been notified.... oh gosh, I'm sounding like the Federal Broadcasting Emergency System. Listen, I have to call Babs. Later!
Scene 3: STILL on La-Z-Girl with cell phone, now down to 1 bar.
Me: Babs? It's me, Mum.
Babs: Hi Mumzy! How are you?
Me: Auntie M. and I were just talking and she said that you told her that Gramps was in the hospital.
Babs: Yeah, I read it in Aunt TC's blog today.
Me: Weren't you worried?
Babs: No, I told Auntie M. that no one had called me so it must not have a been a big deal.
Me: Well, no one called you because he's NOT in the hospital.
Babs (now it's HER turn to join Confusion's circle of friends): Why would Aunt TC write that then?
Me: Because Gramps was in the hospital back in June.
Babs: But she just wrote about it this week!
Me: I KNOW! But she didn't state WHEN the actual event happened, and I'm telling you it happened months ago! He's NOT in the hospital. And Auntie M. panicked and called Grammie who was all confused who called me who was all confused who called Auntie M. to straighten it out and now I'm calling YOU to straighten it out. Oops! There goes my battery warning. It's almost dead.
Whew.
It's midnight.
I'm going to bed.
And from now on I 'm turning off my cell phone at 9:00 p.m.
Monday, November 17, 2008
My annual letter!
GUESS WHAT, GUESS WHAT, GUESS WHAT, GUESS WHAT???????????????????
It’s time for the 2008 Family newsletter!!! Whoot, whoot! So…. sit yerself down on that there futon, crack open a Diet Pepsi (or your beverage of choice), and enjoy the ride!!
Where to begin, where to begin? Okay, the most important stuff first. The dogs.
Since I’m old, I mean, busy and can’t have a baby, we adopted a puppy in
May, about a month after our party-gal Jen Jen (aka, Donkey- she looked and acted like Donkey in the Shrek movies) died from a brain tumor. Sorry to dump the heavy stuff on you right off the bat, but I promise that’s all there is the whole letter. Now put your happy face back on and keep reading. Our pup is a Swedish Elkhound mix whom we named Allie because it was the only name that no one in our family hated. She is the NEW party gal… party at midnight, party at 3 a.m., party a 6 a.m. *sigh* I remembered after the adoption that there was a reason I wanted to have all my kids while I was young. Maggie, our 14 year old Maltese mix, pretty much takes Allie in stride, except for when the pup gets near her food bowl. Kind of reminds me of my dad: easy going until you mess with his food. Heidi, (below) our 7 year old German shepherd/corgi mix, helped us pick Allie out, and I’m sure s
he spends many of her hours asking, “What was I thinking??” To add to the insanity that is now my life, I take Allie to doggie daycare. But truly, it’s wonderful. She’s exhausted when she comes home: the older dogs get a reprieve, and I get a full night’s sleep. This summer she attended puppy class, which is more like, “School for Idiot Owners Whose Dogs Control Them.” She graduated, with a diploma, a cap, and a ball as a graduation gift.
I like to joke with Brittany that even the dog graduated before she did. For some reason she
doesn’t laugh when I say that. Anyway, Britt’s a senior in high school, finishing up her Cosmetology program at the vo-tech school. It’s been an interesting year, seeing all the colors her hair has become and smelling all the “cool” chemical odors that waft out of the bathroom. But please don’t light up a cigarette within 50 yards of our house. There could be a very loud “kaboom”, and then you’d owe us a house.
Bethany is 22, will graduate from East Stroudsburg U. in May, and will be
looking for a teaching job so she can make more money in one year than I did in the first 40 years of my life. She likes working with children with autism, but she likes a traditional classroom as well, so we’ll see where God plops her. All we know is that Bethany and electronics/machines… not a good match. Just in this past year: Car = slides on ice, hits wall, dies. Computer = crashes, dies…twice. Phone = falls in glass of iced tea, dies. Let’s just say Beth has done her part to keep our economy going. (she's on the right)
James is now 23. I know what you’re thinking... how can I, who looks so INCREDIBLY YOUNG, have a son that old? I know, I know. I can hardly believe it myself. James fini
shed college last December, spent 3 months in Madagascar with his Uncle Bill and family, walked at his graduation in May (even my parents were there!) and now still lives like a college student. He’s renting an apartment near the college over a BAR that serves HOT WINGS, so needless to say, James has all the essentials within walking distance. Oh yeah, and his girlfriend lives across the street from him. Another essential. Right now he’s working for a pizza place, paying his bills, and just enjoying life until some things work themselves out so he can plan for the future. He likes to visit his dad in VA where they can hit the beach,go out on a boat, or play golf.
Rachael is soon going to be 22, and a BRIDE. I know what you’re thinking…. How can I, who looks like a young bride herself, have a daughter that’s old enough to get marrie
d?? I know, I know. I can hardly believe it myself. On June 13, 2009, my little girl will become Mrs. Bryce Baldwin and will desert her incredibly young-looking mom to live in Rome, NY. Bryce is working for, or more like, in ministry with Fellowship of Christian Athletes. You can check out more about their ministry on-line if you’d like to know what they do and how to support them in prayer and financially. He also substitute teaches to pay off Rachael’s rock. Rach will graduate in May and will look for some sort of human services job. She had an internship this fall that was very enlightening to her as to the human condition outside of Christ. I try not to focus on the idea that she’ll gone from my house forever, not just for a semester any more. Instead I think of how her little bedroom will become my laundry room sometime in the near future, isn’t that right, dear?!!
Denny continues to amaze me with his super-human ability to be able to rise before the sun and hit the gym. I hope the insanity isn’t contagious. I think my fat is safe. He still works for the Dept. of Welfare doing accounting work. Better him than me! His mom still lives about 1 ½ miles away in the house in which Denny grew up, so he spends much of his “free” time helping out her and my parents, while taking care of our fleet of cars. I SURE hope he has time for that laundry room installation.
I’m in my 3rd yea
r as a Reading Specialist for grades K-5, and I still love it. I hope I can keep it up until I’m 65, but I found I have early onset of arthritis in my knees and back issues which will result in a spinal fusion within the next few years, so we’ll see how that goes. For now, I’m thankful for good medical care that has kept me pretty pain free since July. Denny and I have a new, permanent church home at Carlisle Reformed Presbyterian Church in America. We’re SO blessed to have solid, Biblical, reformed preaching and teaching, plus new friendships and a small group in which we study God’s Word, pray for each other, and do a lot of laughing! It’s pretty amazing, and humbling, how God has blessed us!
I hope 2008 has been as fun and exciting for you all as it’s been for us. Thankfully there’s been a few dull moments thrown in here and there. Please be in touch. I truly love to hear from you all. I’m on Facebook, and my e-mail is Nancee22@comcast.net. My blog (which I don’t write on as often as I’d like) is http://mostly-sunny.blogspot.com/. If you want to come visit in person, we have EMPTY BEDROOMS J and we’re just 3 miles off I-81. Come see us!! There, you have no excuse. Have a blessed 2009, and we hope to see you soon! Nancy
It’s time for the 2008 Family newsletter!!! Whoot, whoot! So…. sit yerself down on that there futon, crack open a Diet Pepsi (or your beverage of choice), and enjoy the ride!!
Where to begin, where to begin? Okay, the most important stuff first. The dogs.
Since I’m old, I mean, busy and can’t have a baby, we adopted a puppy in
May, about a month after our party-gal Jen Jen (aka, Donkey- she looked and acted like Donkey in the Shrek movies) died from a brain tumor. Sorry to dump the heavy stuff on you right off the bat, but I promise that’s all there is the whole letter. Now put your happy face back on and keep reading. Our pup is a Swedish Elkhound mix whom we named Allie because it was the only name that no one in our family hated. She is the NEW party gal… party at midnight, party at 3 a.m., party a 6 a.m. *sigh* I remembered after the adoption that there was a reason I wanted to have all my kids while I was young. Maggie, our 14 year old Maltese mix, pretty much takes Allie in stride, except for when the pup gets near her food bowl. Kind of reminds me of my dad: easy going until you mess with his food. Heidi, (below) our 7 year old German shepherd/corgi mix, helped us pick Allie out, and I’m sure s
he spends many of her hours asking, “What was I thinking??” To add to the insanity that is now my life, I take Allie to doggie daycare. But truly, it’s wonderful. She’s exhausted when she comes home: the older dogs get a reprieve, and I get a full night’s sleep. This summer she attended puppy class, which is more like, “School for Idiot Owners Whose Dogs Control Them.” She graduated, with a diploma, a cap, and a ball as a graduation gift.I like to joke with Brittany that even the dog graduated before she did. For some reason she
doesn’t laugh when I say that. Anyway, Britt’s a senior in high school, finishing up her Cosmetology program at the vo-tech school. It’s been an interesting year, seeing all the colors her hair has become and smelling all the “cool” chemical odors that waft out of the bathroom. But please don’t light up a cigarette within 50 yards of our house. There could be a very loud “kaboom”, and then you’d owe us a house.Bethany is 22, will graduate from East Stroudsburg U. in May, and will be
looking for a teaching job so she can make more money in one year than I did in the first 40 years of my life. She likes working with children with autism, but she likes a traditional classroom as well, so we’ll see where God plops her. All we know is that Bethany and electronics/machines… not a good match. Just in this past year: Car = slides on ice, hits wall, dies. Computer = crashes, dies…twice. Phone = falls in glass of iced tea, dies. Let’s just say Beth has done her part to keep our economy going. (she's on the right)James is now 23. I know what you’re thinking... how can I, who looks so INCREDIBLY YOUNG, have a son that old? I know, I know. I can hardly believe it myself. James fini
shed college last December, spent 3 months in Madagascar with his Uncle Bill and family, walked at his graduation in May (even my parents were there!) and now still lives like a college student. He’s renting an apartment near the college over a BAR that serves HOT WINGS, so needless to say, James has all the essentials within walking distance. Oh yeah, and his girlfriend lives across the street from him. Another essential. Right now he’s working for a pizza place, paying his bills, and just enjoying life until some things work themselves out so he can plan for the future. He likes to visit his dad in VA where they can hit the beach,go out on a boat, or play golf.Rachael is soon going to be 22, and a BRIDE. I know what you’re thinking…. How can I, who looks like a young bride herself, have a daughter that’s old enough to get marrie
d?? I know, I know. I can hardly believe it myself. On June 13, 2009, my little girl will become Mrs. Bryce Baldwin and will desert her incredibly young-looking mom to live in Rome, NY. Bryce is working for, or more like, in ministry with Fellowship of Christian Athletes. You can check out more about their ministry on-line if you’d like to know what they do and how to support them in prayer and financially. He also substitute teaches to pay off Rachael’s rock. Rach will graduate in May and will look for some sort of human services job. She had an internship this fall that was very enlightening to her as to the human condition outside of Christ. I try not to focus on the idea that she’ll gone from my house forever, not just for a semester any more. Instead I think of how her little bedroom will become my laundry room sometime in the near future, isn’t that right, dear?!!Denny continues to amaze me with his super-human ability to be able to rise before the sun and hit the gym. I hope the insanity isn’t contagious. I think my fat is safe. He still works for the Dept. of Welfare doing accounting work. Better him than me! His mom still lives about 1 ½ miles away in the house in which Denny grew up, so he spends much of his “free” time helping out her and my parents, while taking care of our fleet of cars. I SURE hope he has time for that laundry room installation.
I’m in my 3rd yea
r as a Reading Specialist for grades K-5, and I still love it. I hope I can keep it up until I’m 65, but I found I have early onset of arthritis in my knees and back issues which will result in a spinal fusion within the next few years, so we’ll see how that goes. For now, I’m thankful for good medical care that has kept me pretty pain free since July. Denny and I have a new, permanent church home at Carlisle Reformed Presbyterian Church in America. We’re SO blessed to have solid, Biblical, reformed preaching and teaching, plus new friendships and a small group in which we study God’s Word, pray for each other, and do a lot of laughing! It’s pretty amazing, and humbling, how God has blessed us!I hope 2008 has been as fun and exciting for you all as it’s been for us. Thankfully there’s been a few dull moments thrown in here and there. Please be in touch. I truly love to hear from you all. I’m on Facebook, and my e-mail is Nancee22@comcast.net. My blog (which I don’t write on as often as I’d like) is http://mostly-sunny.blogspot.com/. If you want to come visit in person, we have EMPTY BEDROOMS J and we’re just 3 miles off I-81. Come see us!! There, you have no excuse. Have a blessed 2009, and we hope to see you soon! Nancy
Sunday, September 28, 2008
voting in a new way
My husband had a great idea last night. Forget voting for "candidates." Let's vote on the issues. Let's give each person 2 view points (Republican and Dummycrat, I mean, Democrat) on all the major issues... education, abortion, economy, foreign affairs, etc. Then the candidate that most closely matches your ideals would get your vote. That way we're not swayed by looks, race, ability to deliver or not deliver a speech, age, etc. Our vote would be purely on the grounds of what we believe and what we hold true. I don't know if this would truly work, but it sounds good!
Monday, September 01, 2008
Dog= spending lots, and lots, and lots of money
I'm sorry, Lord, for not being a good steward of the money you bless me with. You see, I adopted this dog, and I really thought I was doing a noble thing by saving this dog from an uncertain future in the hills of West Virginia. I was "rescuing" a dog! Okay, so the fee was $200, but she came already spayed, with shots, and a goodie basket (for her. I was hoping there would be chocolate chip cookies and a gift certificate for Starbucks, but it only held rawhides, a leash, a ball, and bacon nibblers).
And Lord, you didn't give us the ability to see the future. How was I to know that she wouldn't stay in the yard and I would have to spend more money to get a long tie-out lead for her? And because she pulls so badly when she goes for a walk, I had to buy her a harness. My daughter calls it Allie's "backpack" and says she looks like a little nerdy kid with it on.
And I HAD to save my furniture by buying her MORE rawhides, balls, and bacon nibblers. Which didn't help. My couch now boasts a large hole in the cushion and my end table is missing a corner. Then there's the shoes. Three pairs of flip flops and a pair of leather sandals. And then the remote control became a snack. And of course the cats are the constant recipients of torture from Allie. And various Beanie Babies lost their lives.
So I spent more money on puppy classes. She did learn to sit, unless she sees a cat, and she did learn to stay, unless she sees a cat, and she learned to come, unless she sees a cat. You get the idea.
And I spent money on paper towels and Odor-B-Gone. LOTS of paper towels and Odor-B-Gone. Then I spent MORE money on "Poochie Bells." Yes, there really are such things. They're 95% successful in helping to house break your dog, who is supposed to learn to ring the bells when she needs to go out. I've found them helpful for beating the dog when she pees in the house (just kidding. I just smack the newspaper in my hand. And of course, that hasn't helped either). So I guess Allie is part of that 5% that Poochie Bells just doesn't work for. Drats.
Due to the torturing, chewing, and peeing, I spent yet again MORE money to get her a crate to stay in while we're gone for a few hours, like at church (where I pray for forgiveness for adopting this dog and pray for wisdom for the future to never give into temptation again).
And since she IS a puppy and I'm a sucker, I just had to sign her up for Doggie Daycare at The Animal House so that she would get exercise and make new friends while I am at work (okay, so it's really so that I have some furniture and a dry floor to come home to).
I haven't added it all up yet. I'm afraid to. I think I'm nearing the $10,000 mark. So God, again, please forgive me. And please heal this dog's bladder and make her teeth fall out. Amen.
And Lord, you didn't give us the ability to see the future. How was I to know that she wouldn't stay in the yard and I would have to spend more money to get a long tie-out lead for her? And because she pulls so badly when she goes for a walk, I had to buy her a harness. My daughter calls it Allie's "backpack" and says she looks like a little nerdy kid with it on.
And I HAD to save my furniture by buying her MORE rawhides, balls, and bacon nibblers. Which didn't help. My couch now boasts a large hole in the cushion and my end table is missing a corner. Then there's the shoes. Three pairs of flip flops and a pair of leather sandals. And then the remote control became a snack. And of course the cats are the constant recipients of torture from Allie. And various Beanie Babies lost their lives.
So I spent more money on puppy classes. She did learn to sit, unless she sees a cat, and she did learn to stay, unless she sees a cat, and she learned to come, unless she sees a cat. You get the idea.
And I spent money on paper towels and Odor-B-Gone. LOTS of paper towels and Odor-B-Gone. Then I spent MORE money on "Poochie Bells." Yes, there really are such things. They're 95% successful in helping to house break your dog, who is supposed to learn to ring the bells when she needs to go out. I've found them helpful for beating the dog when she pees in the house (just kidding. I just smack the newspaper in my hand. And of course, that hasn't helped either). So I guess Allie is part of that 5% that Poochie Bells just doesn't work for. Drats.
Due to the torturing, chewing, and peeing, I spent yet again MORE money to get her a crate to stay in while we're gone for a few hours, like at church (where I pray for forgiveness for adopting this dog and pray for wisdom for the future to never give into temptation again).
And since she IS a puppy and I'm a sucker, I just had to sign her up for Doggie Daycare at The Animal House so that she would get exercise and make new friends while I am at work (okay, so it's really so that I have some furniture and a dry floor to come home to).
I haven't added it all up yet. I'm afraid to. I think I'm nearing the $10,000 mark. So God, again, please forgive me. And please heal this dog's bladder and make her teeth fall out. Amen.
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