Are you a dog person?

I will probably get murdered for this comment, but, I'm not a dog person.  Don't get me wrong, I like dogs. I think they're fun to play with, walk (occassionally), and pet. And sometimes they're good at obeying commands. But I don't want a dog as a pet. I prefer cats. Endearing characteristics to me are they don't put their muddy paws up on you, they bury their own poop outside, they clean themselves, they're quiet, and if you don't want to play with cats, they are perfectly okay with that.

Jeremy has a dog. I knew this going into our marriage. He knew that I liked cats. His dog stayed at his brother's instead of coming to our house. I've had many a guilty moment for doing this to the two of them, but not enough to change the situation, I suppose.

This last weekend Jeremy's brother was out of town and Jeremy's dog and the brother's puppy came to stay with us. Jeremy's dog dug under the fence and the puppy ran away.  We found the puppy, luckily, I guess. After that, they stayed leashed up outside. Jeremy decided that his dog Gwen could come in the house if he cleaned off her paws first. I DO love her as an animal and as Jeremy's pet. She minds okay. I dealt with it. I took pictures.


.....I still don't think I want a dog as a pet.

March 08

Revisiting memories from March 2008.

Forgotten No More

I found some photos that I hadn't posted yet. Now that the snow in the picture doesn't make me feel quite so cold anymore.

You've seen her before, but she's back for some more, here's Ellie!

I met this boy at a party. He's one of those cute ones that you can play the "smile at him and he'll hide his face and then come and do it all over again" game. Adorable.

TWO broken elbows

 

I don't have a lot of great pictures of the tragedy, but I wanted to document the event. Jeremy broke/cracked both elbows. The doctors say a cracked elbow is a common injury, but not both arms at the same time. Many people have accused me of being too violent. At church someone told Jeremy that just because he said "I do" doesn't mean he has to put up with this kind of abuse. The real story? Nothing other than church ball. I'm sure many of you could have guess that. I myself have limped away from games with a black eye, bruises, jammed fingers, scraped knees, and more. Church basketball is dangerous. Players are mean. Refs don't call anything. So really this is just the same old, same old. 

Jeremy was playing in a particularly violent game 1 1/2 weeks ago. The refs weren't calling anything. Jeremy was going up for a lay-up and got hacked from behind. He fell down hard and landed on both elbows because he didn't have enough time to brace himself. 

The call? Ball out of bounds on Jeremy.

The other team inbounded the ball as Jeremy struggled to get to his feet and call for a sub to come in for him.

The game got worse from there, though I don't think anyone suffered as much physically as Jeremy did. One player, on Jeremy's team, decided that if the refs weren't going to call anything than he was going to REALLY foul. He proceeded to clothesline the opposing player (who was the bishop of the other ward). The refs talked to both captains, told them to talk to their players, and that they were going to call a tighter game.

The call? The player that was fouled got to proceed with the game by inbounding the ball.

Uh, I'm not the best at seeing all fouls, but even I know that should be a technical foul.

Fortunately, this is a quick recovery, so days of brushing Jeremy's teeth, helping him dress, eating off his plate like a dog, and no driving for him are limited.

And no, Jeremy can not currently do the chicken dance. I'm sure you're all disappointed.