Thursday, February 25, 2010

Cast your vote

Please vote in the comments section.
Tell me which photograph of my sweet Ramona from Oklahoma, that you like the best.

Ramona was a rescued dog. My sister and I were driving down highway 41, when we noticed a sign for free puppies. Windy was newly pregnant. We pulled my sister's mauve colored Alero into the muddy driveway and figured it was worth the risk. If her soon-to-be husband left her, she would be a good single mother anyway. I had already brought home 3 cats at this point, so I figured I could pull off a dog. (I didn't have any children yet.) Besides, there wasn't any harm in just looking. We had no idea what lay in store for us when we walked into that trailer.

The house was a pit. Gross. Smelly. And over ran with kittens. I was looking around past the multiple ashtrays and empty beer cans, trying to spot the puppies. While trying to hold our breath, we followed the man with the mullet out the back door. Oh. My. In the backyard were multiple pens. I stood there amazed as sheep, goats, rats, bunnies, an enormous pig, dogs, and 2 puppies looked back at me. Desperate.

The puppies were both females. They were in a pen about the size of a large coffee table with 3 other full grown dogs. Being trampled. The man handed Ramona to me and Lexi to my sister. The dogs were limp. The stomachs were literally crawling with all the worms inside. They looked so sad, yet so hopeful.

That was that. We certainly weren't going to leave those puppies there. Couldn't do it. I remember sitting in the car and thinking that these dogs might not make it to the vet. They were that bad.

The vet didn't seem too optimistic. But both dogs pulled through. And here she is now, nearly 6 years later. She follows me everywhere. She listens so well. She will occasionally chew up the forgotten Pez dispenser if we aren't careful. But I love her. She protects us. She plays with us. She loves my boys.

My Ramona from Oklahoma.
(This is where we got her name.)

Wednesday, February 24, 2010

POW! Whack! Swoosh!

Main Entry: su·per·hero
Pronunciation: (so̵̅o̅′pər hir′ō)
Function: noun
Date: 1917
: a fictional hero having extraordinary or superhuman powers; also : an exceptionally skillful or successful person

To watch you two running, out of control, crashing into walls and furniture.
Waiting to kiss the ouchies.
Listening to the plots of "saving the day" in your secret clubhouse. (a giant cardboard box)
Knowing that all too soon, I will be missing these days.

Thank you Lord for this.

Thank you Oliver and Liam, for being the most amazing little boys that a momma could ever ask for.

Tuesday, February 23, 2010

deep breath.

Nothing quite like a little ispiration to keep the day moving along.
My little blog has been neglected, oh so badly.