Small Brains Big Hearts

Brandy and Tippy are supposed to be dogs but  I am convinced that they are a mixture of dog, cat, and human.  Both of them sort of behave like dogs, but there are also those behaviors that make me think otherwise.  Brandy perches herself on the windowsill just like a cat and stares outside at the birds and rabbits.  Tippy is very jumpy and she’s afraid of anything that moves.  She doesn’t seem to like humans. Who doesn’t know a cat that despises humans?

These furry creatures also possess some human traits. Brandy is very easygoing and carefree. She’s overly forgiving (which is more of a dog trait) and wants everybody to like her. Tippy is very expressive. She’ll let you know when she doesn’t understand you and thinks you are an idiot simply by the look she gives you.  She’ll often try to communicate by staring at you and making short whining sounds until you do something for her like give up your seat.

Both of them are great additions to our family. We got Brandy at Pet Smart when we were simply getting dog food for Tippy. Oh well, looks like Tippy got more than she asked for. Now, every time we try to go to the pet store Tippy rushes to the door growling and showing her teeth and then proceeds to bite Brandy on her ear. Well not really, she doesn’t come rushing to the door. In most cases, they get along with each other.  Sometimes we’ll catch them snuggling with each other or sharing a toy.

I often wonder what they think of us. I’m sure that Brandy has nothing but positive comments for us, “I love these people, they are always leaving the toilet seat up and the treat box partially open! I am always willing to help myself!” Tippy’s comments would be a little more heartbreaking “If only I knew how to drive, I’d take myself to the Heights where the smart people are. I am way better than this and hanging out with a boxer mix is killing my reputation.”

These pups are the rulers of this house. They take up 90% of the bed. Leaving space just enough for me and my husband to lay our heads on the mattress while the rest of us are hanging on the floor. This is the price we have to pay for our decision to have TWO dogs!

It’s not so bad because those bed hogging pups are also there to listen to you when you’re complaining about your daughter’s messy room or something that your husband does that drives you nuts.  Free therapy, is the way I think of it. I simply think of my dogs as little people with small brains and big hearts.

Something to Write About

My mind is completely blank, well, not COMPLETELY.  I can at least think about when to eat, go to the bathroom, and sleep. Of course all of my basic needs.  I just don’t know what happened to my creativity.  If I search deep down in my brain, past the cobwebs and spiders,  I assume I will find it.  Maybe it jumped ship when I became an adult and parent.  Well, I’m hoping that’s not true because I do miss being a kid and being creative. 

My daughter is quite creative.  She has found ways to turn boring in to fun.  I personally find being at home boring but when I ask her if she wants to go to the mall or just out she would rather play with her Webkinz and Littlest Pet Shop toys.  She’ll try to engage me in her play, but I’m always making excuses as to why I don’t want to play.  My real excuse is that I lost my creativity.  I’m convinced that she took it from me when she was born, along with all of the nutrients I had in my body and my little bit of eyesight that allowed me to go without wearing my glasses.

Oh well, all I can do now is get my creativity back.  Obviously, I can’t snatch her toys and try to play with them on my own.  I will have to do this carefully and secretly.  If I want to get my creativity back, I can’t let her know that’s my goal.  If she found out she would do everything in her nature to keep it from me.  A kid without creativity, just isn’t a kid.  So my plan is to “pretend” (if I can even remember how to do that) that I want to play with her Webkinz (personally, I miss the “Tamagachis”) and watch her closely, making myself aware of how she is using MY creativity.  If I can figure out how she uses it then that’s my ticket to get it back. 

Once I learn how to use that creativity that I’ve unconciously given away, then it will magically come back to me.  Then she will have to figure out how to get her own creativity.  She could possibly sneak it away from one of her friends, but I have a feeling that most parents are carefully planning how to snatch back their creativity from their kids.  So there won’t be much left for my daughter.  Ha, ha!

I’m glad that she is creative because, in reality, she will help me re-teach myself to be creative.  Then my blogs may actually have a point.  I promise that there was a time that I wrote really great stories.  That time was about seven years ago.  I do know that I can write a lot about being a parent.  That is one thing that I do know loads about. 

I’n not really in to politics so you won’t hear much from me about that.  I do tend to get a little depressed for no apparent reason.  I also tend to think that the glass is always half empty and that definately irritates people.  One of my co-workers told me that I make people want to jump off of a bridge when I talk negatively.  Personally, I thought that was funny.  Do I really have that much power over someone? “Mwahaha!!” I do have a new family that I’m working to become a contributing member of.  It’s been awhile since I’ve had a stable relationship with anyone and I’m really enjoying it.   I work in the city and commute 25 miles one way every day. I have an “on/off” relationship with God.   So you may hear much about these subjects. 

Looking at the gas prices, I may actually begin commuting by bus again instead of driving to work every day.  I felt so good about myself when I got my license at 22!!! Although, there may be a point now where I’m just working to get to work.  My employer does provide me with the benefit of a free bus pass, so when gas prices do become unbearable, I at least have another option.  It’s either the bus or “horse-nap” a Clydesdale during the next holiday light up night in my neighboring town.  Wouldn’t I just look silly taking a horse on the boulevard? 

Okay, so I may be out of things to write about for now.  I can feel my creativity coming back to me but not as fast as I like.  Just like many other things in my life, it will hit me when I least expect it.  Watch that be the time when I don’t have access to a computer.  Oh no! 

A Little Parent Humor

So we all know how it happens, but it almost seems like the stork really did just do a “fly by” and drop off a baby that you are now responsible for raising.   As they grow, you realize they are not as fragile as the raw egg or bag of flour that you were forced to take care of in highschool for some lousy home economic credits.  They are more like little stunt men, doing dive bombs off the couch or tumbling (not gracefully like a slinky) down the stairs.  Yet they still survive, reminding you every day with a screeching cry for a toy or a bonk in the head with the toy they so desperately wanted and are now bored with.  

You’ve got to love parenting though, with it’s many joys and heartaches.  What more could a person ask for?  Since the day your little one joined your household, they suddenly didn’t seem so little.  Family and friends would come to ooh and ahh over the tiny one while not realizing that mom was lying on the couch like a hump of clay completely worn from only minimal hours of sleep for the past two weeks.   To outsiders, your little one seems so sweet lying in her cradle sleeping so peacefully without a care on her mind. 

In reality, your little baby is dreaming of how successful her night was of making mommy completely submissive to all of her needs.  Doing whatever it took to get mommy to come and pay her a little attention.  She wasn’t really hungry or had messed her diaper.  She prefers sleeping during the day and torturing her parents during the night.  That’s more fun and really entertaining for baby.  She had this all planned out with the other babies in the hospital nursery before coming home.  I hear there are competitions to see which baby can be the first to drive their parents to the loony bin.