Hurley & Me Intro

My husband left Thursday on a mission trip to Kenya, Africa. I am genuinely happy that he had this opportunity, don't get me wrong, however, while the cat's away the mice will play, or in this case, the DOG.

We have two dogs. One is a 6 year old dachshund who of course has his own issues, like peeing on the floor if you talk to him because he is so submissive or his shrill unprecedented bark that will cause you to jump out of your skin on a peaceful afternoon, come to find out that it was because a leaf blew by in the wind. Geesh!

I'm actually referring to Hurley. Hurley is our 2 year old, 100 lb yellow lab. Really, need I say more? If you've read the book or seen the movie "Marley & Me" there are a lot of similarities. Moms, ladies, you know what I'm saying, when you're the one at home, let's get real here, a dog is just another child except when you have children, the dog doesn't get the luvvvv so much, nor do you have time or a pure and loving heart to clean up it's barf, poop, hair, tolerate the smell of it's "what did you just eat in the woods" breath in your face, pet it, shake off the hair and dirt and then immediately dig something out of your baby's mouth....are we on the same page? I'm definitely not a OCD person, obviously. I don't think people with true OCD own pets or have kids or live with other humans for that matter.:)

We live in the country, surrounded by ticks and dirt and bugs and it's all good. Some things you just have to let slide, find your priorities and simply enjoy life. As a wife and mother, I've received a lot of good wisdom from experienced women whom I respect so much. The chores and dust bunnies will always be there and to focus on what matters the most. I'll have to say that although it has taken a while, I've gotten that and there truly is such a peace and freedom in it. I'm enjoying our two precious kids, along with the messes. I hope that this note, however it is meant to be, will be a good true story laced with humor and reality, but also serve as a reminder to myself of the perspective I've captured through these experiences.

Back to Hurley. I call him Hurley Bird. Don't ask why, cause I don't have the answer but it's Hurley Bird, Birdie, Bird Dog, Birdie Bird. He came to us at 8 weeks old from a breeder, as big then as our dachshund but still so cute and fluffy and yellow. He had blue eyes. For the record and let it be known, that I was reluctant. Our daughter Lily was about to turn 1 and the mayhem of a walking child and puppy training flashed before my eyes like a panic attack, knowing that as much as my husband said he would take full responsibility, I knew better. I won't say anything more about that. Zip lips. Throwing out the key. Oh but did I mention that I was right?

Hurley. (stories to come soon)