Hey puppy, whatcha doin’?

I love listening to Boo talk.  Even at 22 months she has an opinion on almost everything and, as long as she feels comfortable around you, is perfectly willing to share said opinion.  She also really really loves our new dogs.

The other day we managed to capture some perfectly cute video of her walking around the sofa from one dog to the other asking them, “Hey puuuuppy, whatcha’ doin’?”  To which each dog replied in perfect dog form, “…..”   It was quite possibly one of the cutest things she has done in a long list of cute things.

But it also made me a little sad…My baby is starting to grow up and I am not ready for it at all.

Here’s the video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-iQCv5DSJ-Q&feature=youtu.be

Hiding from it all…

Riley won’t leave Pepper’s rear alone.

That’s part of the reason we’re taking him in to lose his boy bits.  Hopefully the removal will help end the behavior that is so annoying to Pepper.  But it got me to thinking…and I know it’s a bit of a leap of logic but work with me here… sometimes the Holy Spirit is like Riley, poking and sniffing and making us move and do things that we wouldn’t normally want to do.  Granted, it’s a bit of a leap, but let’s keep exploring this.

Whenever Pepper gets too annoyed with Riley she sits down, growls at him, runs away to another part of the house or climbs high places he can’t easily get.  How often in our own lives have we ignored, yelled at or fought against, and run away from what we knew God was calling us to do?  Watching Riley and Pepper together sometimes reminds me of the poem “The Hound of Heaven”, by Francis Thompson:

I FLED Him, down the nights and down the days;
  I fled Him, down the arches of the years;
I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways
    Of my own mind; and in the mist of tears
I hid from Him, and under running laughter.         
      Up vistaed hopes I sped;

How much this seems like the relationship the two of them have.  Yet just like us and the Holy Spirit, whenever Riley leaves to go check on someone else in the house, Pepper seems so very lost and must go find him, even if she’s sorry afterwards because he then wants to play and love on her.

These thoughts and more have been going through my head at the same time I have been thinking about Ferguson, Baltimore and other places around the country that have seen tensions between police and the public they are supposed to protect.  In our own community we have come face-to-face with similar injustice that is causing those of us involved long nights and strong prayers.  I should state right now that I support the police.  I have lots of friends who either are or were in law enforcement and they do a wonderful job in what is arguably one of the toughest professions in the country to work in.  They do not often get the thanks they deserve and take risks most of us would never dream of, on a daily basis.

With that being said however, people who work in law enforcement are not above the law, and when they start acting as though they are, they must be reminded sometimes by removal or revocation of profession, that they work FOR the people of their community.  Police are human.  They make mistakes, bad judgment calls, do things with which we may disagree.  Our job is NOT to crucify those who make a mistake, but to hold accountable people who abuse the trust and responsibility that they have been given.  Once or even twice is understandable.  But carrying out a personal vendetta should not be allowed.  And the fact that multiple people in various walks of life (including other officers) know what has been happening but have done nothing to stop it, is a shameful reminder of our shortcomings as a people.  It is also a reminder that those with power can and do abuse it if not stopped and their actions brought to the light.

Again, and I cannot stress this enough, it is not our place to tear apart someone’s life.  But if you are holding the public trust, then you MUST behave in a manner consistent with our trust.  We would much rather see this resolved by meeting all parties and getting people together so that the problems can be worked out.  But we also recognize that in some cases this is not possible or productive.  It does not mean that we are making a blanket statement about any one type of person, career, or situation.  We all are judged on our own actions and the actions we don’t take.

Like Riley and Pepper, even when we don’t want to face it, sometimes the only way to deal with an issue is to turn and face it rather than continuing to hide and pretending that it doesn’t exist.

A tail waggin’ good time…

Well, we have survived a second day with all the animals in the house.  Between the terrier, shitzhou, toddler, Basement Troll, N and myself I’m pretty sure I don’t need to visit the zoo.  I think I have one whenever I open the front door.

I am not entirely sure what we were thinking when we decided to take on this responsibility.

Actually… upon reflection I do know what we were thinking.  “Dogs are less work than babies.”  To which I hear multiple hysterical laughs echoing around in my head.  Ah well.  At least they haven’t eaten the table, chewed up Boo’s toys, or anything too awful yet.

We are currently using a crate for Riley to sleep.  We tried having the little snot in the house, but he just won’t leave Pepper alone (although I hope the little snip tomorrow will help some of that).  We then tried using baby gates to keep him penned, but that lasted all of about 10 seconds before he cleared them…twice.  So, it’s off to the crate we go.  On the bright side, it seemed to really help him calm down last night for bed much faster than the night before.

Pepper on the other-hand seems confused as all get out.  On the one side she can’t stand Riley.  He’s noisy, too bouncy, horny, and is a little lightening ball of coiled spring like energy.  On the other, she won’t leave him alone either.  Anytime I manage to finally coax Riley out of Pepper’s space to follow me somewhere around the house, she immediately comes in to investigate, ears perked to even the slightest possibility that Riley might be getting something interesting.  As an only child (my sister is 14 years older than me so she left when I was 4 so basically yeah, an only child), I am amazed at the amount of jealousy between what are obviously becoming typical siblings, regardless of the species.

Then you toss Boo into the middle of all this.

I suppose her lack of interest in both of the dogs is probably a blessing at this point.  At least, no interest until there is.  Boo goes from 0 to 60 with her attention to the animals at the most random of times.  She will chase them both around the house and the yard or go off and play by herself without a care in the world.  Her biggest complaint at the moment is that Riley won’t let her pick him up and Pepper keeps trying to lick her in the mornings… and Boo is so my child in that regard.  Anyone who talks to either of us before I have my coffee and she has her milk is taking their life in their hands…or paws as the case may be.

On the whole though, things are looking up.  We may actually be able to make all this craziness work.  Assuming that Riley’s procedure tomorrow helps with his butt sniffing.  We tried using vaseline to help discourage this behavior but he apparently finds the stuff just as interesting…  supply your own jokes here.

Ah well… here’s some pics of the little poop-heads from last night.

dog 1 dog 2