Dog Days of Summer

Today I feel great about having 3 dogs, but a lot of times I feel completely overwhelmed. I went back to work this week, Soph is back in school and Steve has been back for over a week. I was nervous about how the dogs would handle it, but they're only home for about 3 hours on their own and they seem just fine.

Just like when Sophie was little, I'm learning I don't have to entertain the dogs every moment, they will be just fine, probably do even better, if I'm not constantly trying to stimulate their doggie brains.

A Bit of Fall in August

It feels like fall today and it makes me excited for Halloween, cooler days and walking through the leaves. It does not make me excited about the fact that in 2.5 weeks we'll all have to get up earlier and figure out how to get 3 dogs worn out before we head out the door.

This morning I took Lucy for a 3-mile walk, up to USU and through the cemetery a few times, in the rain and when we got home, she had more energy than when we left! Alyssa, the dog trainer, did say the other day that for dogs, walking isn't a great way to get out their energy. She recommended playing tug-of-war, which I'd resisted because I'd read it encouraged aggressiveness. Alas, it appears that raising dogs is like raising children, you hear many different ways of doing it right and sometimes they are completely contradictory! Also, as with raising Sophie, Steve and I have different opinions about things and sometimes that can cause a bit of strife. So, the stress of the dogs got to us today and I ended up in tears, and Lucy put her head on my lap and the puppies cuddled with me. As I pointed out to Soph, how can a person be sad with this much joy...but again, it's like with our children. We love them to no end, and yet it is in raising them that we often become so stressed, so frustrated and so blinded that we miss the mark.

I often ask Sophie, "What did Emily say?" which is her cue to quote Emily from Our Town, "People just don't look at each other anymore," and I don't think those are the exact words Thornton Wilder used, but it's how I remember it. Life is so crazy and full of extraneous stuff and it is that stuff that usually makes us miss out on what is most important. And having said that, now I can plug my latest cause...Don't Text and Drive!! Live in the moment. Be the Buddha!

P.S. As Sophie tries to find humor in my sentimental moments, as in the Emily quoting above, she usually responds with something like, "People just don't yell at their moms anymore..." or "People just don't wear green diapers anymore..." which makes me laugh.

12.5 Weeks

Percy and Winston are now 12.5 weeks old and they are such great puppies. We've had a dog trainer, Alyssa Walker, come to the house twice, and she's commented on how mellow they are. This could be because they try to emulate Lucy, or because they play with each other so much they're worn out, or just their personalities. They are really great dogs and can already sit on command.

As the parent of only one human child, I now realize, a little bit, how difficult it must be to parent more than one child. Trying to spend time with each one, interfering between them when needed and giving attention to more than one at the same time, wow. I also see how different each can be even when raised somewhat the same and born of the same parents. And yes, I'm comparing humans to dogs. Winston is a people pleaser, loves to get cuddles, wags his tail enthusiastically and chases toys. Percy is so laid back, loves to greet people or just sit under a tree and watch others do their thing. Their mom, Lucy, is a great mix of the two.

I still feel overwhelmed from time to time, but try to enjoy all this love we got going on. I'm reading "The Loved Dog" by Tamar Geller and it helps me appreciate our canine family members a bit more.