Another postponed blog entry…I guess my own journal efforts wouldn’t be complete without some sort of documented lamentation that I should write more. I will save us all from any more of that. So… we got a dog. My wife and I started our marriage with three animals: two cats and a min-pinscher. It was quite the adjustment for me. I have never been an “indoor animals” person and it was really tough for me to get used to the overall lack of respect that indoor animals have for personal space. The dog we had was named “Zeus” and was too smart as a family dog. He was so needy that he had emotional issues, separation anxiety… he needed too much attention for what we had time to give. He is no longer with us. Of the two cats, the one that we got rid of was going crazy. She was named “the white cat” (stop laughing) and was clawing out her back fur so we took her to the pound. We still have “Percy” which is quite an entertaining animal, yet very skittish and is a true scared cat. She isn’t a bother, she runs away anytime I get near her.
My wife LOVES animals. She has told me that she would run an animal shelter if she could. This new puppy seems to have won me over but I am the first to say that she is the exception, not the rule. Something about animals is hard for me to handle. They are cute and cuddly but I am just not hip to their smells. We have named our dog Phoebe, and she is a cocker spaniel, black with the typical cocker brown markings. At first she smelled like the store we bought her from, but after Amie gave her a bath she stopped being smelly. I am a tough shell to crack, but I have to say, she is ADORABLE.
I can’t wait to have Jane and Catherine see her. I heard stories of when Jane was first in Oregon after she moved that she was an animal stalker. She was so intrigued by cats that she would follow them around, and then crouch down with her head in between her legs, looking forward to spy on them. Very cute. I am hopeful that I can bring her here on the spring break holiday time, right around Easter and she can take right to Phoebe.
Today was Sunday, but today was a much more gratifying Sabbath. The lesson in Elder’s Quorum was good and the Spirit was felt. Amie had some funny stories to tell about Relief Society after we came home. The dog only peed on the floor a few times so far today. Without going into the details of it, last night I had a very scary dream. Being that it is fast Sunday I must once again add my testimony that God is real, the Savior died for us and that Joseph Smith is a true prophet. These are all things that I know. See you next entry.
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