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Happy Birthday, Loco!

Today is this one’s birthday.

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We love our Loco-bear.  He gives the best snuggles.IMG_9498.JPG

Loco is a champion.  When we adopted him, he had heartworms, and we couldn’t afford the surgery, so we had to put him on Heartguard and hope for the best.  This is a very risky way to treat heartworms, but he managed to beat heartworms last July!

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Also, he is a boxer.  Well, a boxer mix, but that breed has a life expectancy of at most 12.  He turned 13 today!  He beat another set of odds in his life!  We celebrate every day that we get to spend with this pup, but this day is super special.  I can’t wait to spend some time with him after work!

How do you celebrate doggie birthdays?

Have you ever had a dog that beat the odds in something?

A Safe Place

Whenever we have a thunderstorm at night, our boxer mix, Loco, sits up on our bed, stares down at us and shakes until we wake up.  He doesn’t calm down until my husband takes him into our master closet, a room with no windows.  It’s his safe place.

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We also have safe places that we want to go to when things get really stressful.  When I’m feeling stressed, I like to organize my house.  Just cleaning off my desk somehow makes me feel secure when I feel overwhelmed.

What’s funny about Loco being in the master closet is that the closet isn’t really that much safer than our bedroom.  But either way, we don’t leave him alone in his moment of fear.  Michael will lay on the floor with him in the closet for the rest of the night if he needs to.

In the same way, even when I’m looking for security in other things, God is standing beside me.  He doesn’t leave me alone in my moment of fear.  He waits with me, through every minute if he has to.

Sometimes I use that thing that I think will give me security to try to prevent storms.  I have turned to my schedules and plans to try to create outcomes that I have absolutely no control over.  Like trying to get pregnant, or trying to avoid making mistakes at work, or trying to have a perfect marriage.  I do every ritual I can think of to stop the storms from coming.  But they come anyway.

That’s when I realized that organization isn’t my safe place.  God is.  It’s not family, friends, husband, home, job or hobbies that can ultimately protect me from my pain and suffering.  Only God can fully heal my hurts.  Thankfully, he’s patient with me when I forget and long to be in control once again, using tools that will break on me every time.

But sometimes, when I finally remember that God’s love is my true safe place.  And I let him take the lead.  Something really amazing happens.  He doesn’t just walk with me in the storm, but together, we dance in the rain.

What is a safe place that you tend to go to when things get rough?

Meet Our Pups!

I would like to introduce our two precious puppies!
Jerzee was a rescue from a local Humane Society before Michael and I were even engaged.  (She was my Christmas present right before our engagement).  She is now seven years old.

She is still a bundle energy!  Every night, when Michael gets home from work (or on Sundays when we get home from church), Jerzee starts to bark/howl and then frantically looks for her toy to start play time.  Although to be fair, most of the day is spent sleeping somewhere in the house.

Loco was a rescue dog from a no-kill shelter, however, we did not rescue him from there. His previous owner was a police officer and his fiance (who are now married with kids). In 2010, the officer was accepted to the K9 unit.  That meant that they would inherit a new male dog, so because of the alpha dog complex, they needed to find a new home for their now almost 8-year-old puppy.

We took him in November 2010.  He’s such a laid-back dog who would rather cuddle next to you than run around, although we have seen where he gets his name!  He loves his rope toy, which we call his Binkie, which he holds in his mouth and kneads the floors like a cat.  Also, his cuddling is quite unique because he tends to sit on part of you instead of next to you.  I guess he just wants to get as close as possible!

We have experienced a bit of sibling rivalry.  Jerzee will attack Loco’s ears when he tries to get down (or up) from the couch or the bed.  Loco will tolerate it to a point, and then he snaps once, and Jerzee finds something else to do.  Also, I have figured out if I call Loco, Jerzee comes much faster than if I tried to call Jerzee on her own.

Our pups are so sweet and crazy.  We love them so much!  I’m sure there will be several blogs to follow documenting their crazy antics.  🙂

Now, tell me about your pets!  🙂  Or do you have a favorite memory of a pet you had growing up?