I love my dog. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not one of those people that dresses their puppies up like people (on a daily basis) or cooks their dinner every night. But I do love my little man. I will defend his intelligence for hours. I’ve seen his jealous side and his grouchy side. He once tried to alert me in the middle of the night that my roommate’s car was being jacked in the driveway (I yelled at him to be quiet.) I’ve seen looks of terror cross his face (when we chased him with a remote control Mini) and I’ve seen looks of joy. I’ve uncovered his sneakiness and discovered his nervous habit (scratching his armpits.)
But there is one thing that I do not understand.
Why does my dog bark every single time the dryer buzzes? I’ve known Bruno for seven years and throughout that seven years I’ve dried a lot of clothes. Never once has he missed a buzz. Does he think it’s the doorbell? It really sounds nothing like a doorbell, but I’m just searching for an explanation. Is he reinforcing the announcement that the clothes are dry? Maybe it’s like Pavlov’s bell. My dog has just been conditioned to bark when he knows the dryer cycle is complete. Others may see this has a sign of his lack of intelligence. I disagree. My dog is smart. At least I think so.
Last night Tim and I got to help pull off the engagement of our lovely friends, JJ and Alanna. JJ did all of the leg work and left Tim and I with all of the supplies for the big event. We drove up the mountain to pretty place. (The name does not do it justice– it’s AMAZING.) We set up over 50 candles and tea lights, then we waited. And waited. And waited a little longer. The plan was that once we had everything in place we would text JJ, but we didn’t have cell phone service. So I guess he thought it would be best to wait long enough to make absolutely sure we were ready for their arrival.
They arrived and we snapped pictures from a distance. It was so romantic. It brought back all of the happy memories of my own engagement, which was the best surprise of my life. I think Alanna was surprised, too. It was an amazing night and I am honored to have been a part of it! Congratulations JJ and Alanna!
The hubby and I got up super early on Saturday- earlier than anyone should have to get out of bed on a weekend. But it was for a good cause: selling our crap. We joined forces with a few friends and had a yard sale. The crowd was pretty thick most of the time. We unloaded old toys, clothes, books and picture frames. Our closets look more organized, the garage a little neater and our wallets were a little heavier… until we went shopping.
We decided to celebrate our earnings by blowing it all on a shopping trip to the Mall of Georgia. Tim got a super cute shirt at Armani Exchange. He looks way hotter in it than this model does. I got these lovely cream colored patent leather shoes on sale at Bakers for just $39.99. I’m wearing them right now! I also got a bunch of other stuff at Victoria’s Secret, Forever 21 and Guess. We came home with some cute clothes and had a few bucks leftover from our sale. Not bad for getting rid of crap we didn’t want!
It’s been a traumatic morning. Tim asked me to pick up breakfast for him from Dunkie D’s and drop it by his office on my way to work. I had just picked up our muffins and coffees and was heading down Laurens Road when I saw one the most heartbreaking images: a little dog running his heart out in front of traffic down a busy street. I was terrified. I imagined my own little confused, scared Bruno in the same situation. I put on my hazards, jumped out of the car and started running after the little guy. No luck. He was too fast. I ran back to my car and tried to catch up to him. The traffic was thick since it was early morning rush hour. I was honking my horn trying to alert other drivers so they would see this little pup. I quickly pulled over two more times and tried to catch him, but still no luck.
By this time traffic all around me was crawling because the dog was running down the middle of two lanes. I jumped out again, leaving my car parked in the right lane. I was dodging cars and trying to keep up in my sandals. I remember another young girl running with me to try to catch the dog. She even stopped to take off her sandals since she thought she could be faster in bare feet. A person in a green BMW blocked cars and a man in a truck waved traffic to a halt. We were all trying to help this poor little animal. Then the dog took off into the Historic Richland Cemetery. I followed him in and tried to coax him to me with some of my low-fat blueberry muffin. It didn’t work.
By now I had been chasing this little dog for a good thirty minutes. My husband called wondering where I was. I told him the situation and he quickly offered to call Animal Control. I tried one more time to convince the pup I wasn’t out to harm him, but it was no use. He took off running toward the back of the cemetery. I tried to close the cemetery gates to keep him contained inside, but I couldn’t get them to budge. I said a prayer, trusting the Lord would keep his precious creation safe and I left. I was sad to leave, not knowing what might happen to him, but I felt a little better knowing he was out of the dangerous traffic and that so many people had stopped to help.
A brother-in-law that is. My sister just called to pass on the good news… she’s engaged! I’m so excited for her and her long-time boyfriend Jason. The proposal sounds magical. They were dog sledding on an Alaskan glacier and they stopped to let the dogs cool down. When my sister turned around Jason was down on his knee holding a big fat diamond ring! I’m so excited that there is another wedding to look forward to and that I will soon have a new family member.
Filed under life, Marriage
“What are we doing to do this weekend?” my husband asked me over Friday morning cereal. A few minutes of pondering and we made a unanimous decision: the beach. We sent out a text to about a dozen friends and a few hours later we had a group of ten boys and girls ready for a road trip. It was a day of sun, sand and bocce ball.
I just read that Tim Russert died of a heart attack while recording voiceovers for Sunday’s Meet the Press. He was 58 years old. It’s always a shock when a well-known journalist dies suddenly. As a writer, former television reporter, and journalist, these people often feel like friends because we see their faces so often. My prayers are with Russert’s family, friends and co-workers. America just lost an amazing journalist.