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So it started like this – a confession of sorts to my sister. Let me just preface this first by stating I would really appreciate your support, being that I am trying to turn a new leaf. So please don’t judge me.
Me: I have never taken Cullen on a walk
Sis: Are you kidding me, I can not believe that!
Me: I know, I am a horrible mother…it’s just he gave us Giardia when we first got him last April…and I didn’t forgive him for awhile. Then he just grew up…and I found myself for the first on a leash, taking him to the vet to get fixed. That was the first time he ever experienced a collar.
A week later the guilt sunk in, and I found myself determined to change the situation. Although that is when I realized I only had a harness and leash for Sydney. So Sydney would get her walk that night…
So today after work, I thought it would be the perfect opportunity to take Syd and Cullen on a walk. The hubby was at happy hour with his co-workers, the little sis was still at work…and I was home alone…
Considering Syd was a perfect angel the other day on her walk, I figured I could handle Cullen’s beginner issues. Plus it may be good for him to see how he should handle himself.
Big mistake! Not only was I tangled, but my wrists have rug burn, my ancles are tender, and I was covered in hair from my head to my toes!
So, will I attempt it again. Of course, but maybe next time I need someone else to tag team, because my attempts at being a good mom were sorely lost in the shuffle!
So I was laying in bed thinking this morning as my little Emme is winking at me from the floor. It reminded me of a conversation I’d had with my husband a while back about my theory on pets.
Me: What if they are really guardian angels, sent to watch us and protect us. They have such sensitive souls, love us no matter what…what do you think?
Husband: Umm, it’s an interesting thought.
Me: Yeah, I totally think so.
Husband: Well what about Cullen when he pees/poos on the ground, is that a sensitive soul?
Me: Well, maybe he’s testing me…even guardian angels in their baby form have to be trained. Besides I think it’s a test for patience.
Husband: Hmm, I’ve known an pet or two that didn’t seem like an angel. What about that dog that ate your hamster.
Me: K, you’re right there…not all angels were good. Maybe some come below and are for the other side too 
But the majority are not!
Sydney puppy picture
Koda standing his ground...and Emme's butt
So, here I am, all nice and cozy in my bed and dufus Koda wants to make my morning start at 6am. (This is the usual time I’m out of the house and off for work, so I guess they gave me a 30min break)
He has this thing which his water dish. You know those water dishes that have the half gallons turned upside down to fill with water as the level drops? Yeah, genius invention right? The less i have to fill their water dish the better. However Koda has always had this thing where he likes to push it with his strong paw and all I hear every morning is the water slishing and sloshing! My biggest fear is the water that constantly splashes out of the water dish will be sitting all morning on my floor boards and I’ll get mildew or something.
But I ignored them and tried to enforce who was boss this morning and didn’t get out of bed till 8 or so.
I’ve finally figured out the deal here though…my animals consider themselves as my owner. I had a friend break it down for me at work once. (I’m pretty sure she got it from watching the pet whisperer).
So basically they own me, and tell me when they want to be fed. Hence the obnoxiousness of Koda’s morning routines.
How to break it you ask?
Well soposedly it starts with showing them you are the owner.
Such as: When it is time for them to eat, eat something in front of them first. this shows them the owner always eats before them. Even if it’s the crack of dawn like for me getting ready for work. If you make them watch you eat a cracker, the recognition should start taking place.
Now I know the Pet Whisperer primarily works with dogs, but don’t you think this could work for cats too? I mean I’m pretty sure right now all of them “wear the pants” right now as far as they are concerned.
But then again isn’t that just the nature of the beast?
I’ll start running some tests and let you know…
Hmm, even as I type Koda steps right in front of me and my computer screen – I think he’s aware of the situation and showing me yet again who is boss!
I had bouts with strep throats and ear infections as a kid. Not fun, and in the end all the ear infections (even with having to wear the ear plugs in the pool) lead to me being hard of hearing. Now for those of you that don’t know my family. It goes back for many generations. Even my pop would be told one thing and hear another. And even know in my old age (27 going on 80) I find I do the same thing.
Me: What did you say, pomegranite juice?
Husband: What?!? No, I said What are we doing for lunch.
Yeah it goes like that. Even my sister growing up would torture me with her mouth moving and no words coming out. And i’m pretty sure there was a distinct time in my life when my hearing was that bad that I would question if I would hear anyone again. So you know she was taking advantage – how rude goodbadandugly2!
Anyways, so you know how there is that theory of if one of your senses isn’t as keen another makes up for it? Well, I do have a secret heightened sense, and it’s my sense of smell.
Seriously though, me at work:
Me: Do you guys smell that?
Cube Mates: No, what do you smell?
Me: It smells like Dominos pizza!
Cube Mates: (10 minutes later): Ohmygosh now I smell the pizza
Me: Yeah and it smells like Dominos – you know the scent.
Cube Mates: *startled* umm, i guess so
Yeah, I pick up things sooner then the next. So you could understand my concern when my husband’s cologne ran out. I told him everything smells so bland lately. So in my recent confession, we picked out a new scent…which is just the way a man should smell, fresh, musky, manly, outdoorsy all in one. But the weird thing is ever since he’s been wearing the cologne Sydney (our yellow lab) seems overly excited to see him around. Ok, I know what you’re thinking she’s a lab, and they are excited all the time anyways. But it’s a little different – she lingers now – and has to be practically in his lap lately when the cologne is on.
We are starting to wonder if Sydney appreciates the new cologne as much as I do!
Here she is...in her younger years...
Well…what can I say? My sister is addicted to this blogging world and thought I had some words of advice to share with everyone. I have a lot of psychological theories; look for the things that “click” for me in the world…
Like yesterday, weirdest thing happened I found myself thinking about a song “Return to me”. Singing it in the shower that day, had a nice time getting a massage, going to lunch with the little sister and there it was, the song playing in the background. Is that not a sign people? Things like that happen people and and what can I say, I’m just more aware.
Anyways, for now I thought I would give you a site I was looking up today that litterally made me laugh out loud. Though I’d share it with the world:
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