Thomas the dog has officially lost his mind. We think that he believes himself to be a rabbit. Before the rabbit- Patrick Poopers the lop eared rabbit came into our lives, Thomas the dog would eat just about anything. He liked any meat-still does, loves apples, bananas, tangerines, green beans, steamed broccoli, peanut butter and just about any sort of yummy kids cereal(although he wasn't supposed to eat any.) He would snub raw carrots and broccoli.
Guess who begs, I mean begs for raw carrots and broccoli now? I have even given him some kale at his insistence. I had to hold it and it would tear away at it bit by bit because it would fall out of his mouth-but he was certainly making an effort.
Now look who I caught gobbling up Timothy hay from under the rabbits cage. That's right, Thomas the dog who thinks he is a rabbit. Hay. The dog is eating hay. We caught a pic with it sticking out of his mouth. We had a good laugh over this one!
On Green Acres this would be considered normal!
Monday, December 8, 2008
Hay Dog!
Thursday, October 2, 2008
BubbaLou's Favorite Pizza Slices
BubbaLou is a picky eater. She doesn't like just anything thrown together and called pizza. Mums had some great idea not to long ago-quesadilla pizzas. Didn't fly with BubbaLou or her friends. So, back to the drawing board for an easy to make snack.....
I figured out the way to BubbaLou's tummy tum tum! Pizza made from croissant dough! Thank goodness for tubes of reduced fat croissant dough! These little slices are the croissant triangles. One tore, so I sort of wrapped it. It was her favorite one.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Thomas the dog
Thomas the dog is a good dog! Most of the time, for the important stuff in life. Deep down, he still wants our food. If it were up to him, we would be skinny people who went to the grocery only to bring him treats and morsels of good home-cooking. He is easy, he will even lick frozen dinner trays.
He met Patrick Poopers and wagged his tail. He hasn't uttered one little bark or growl towards that unsuspecting fur ball. He now goes to that rabbit hutch in the morning and sniffs hello. He always wags his tail. We haven't let him meet Patrick on the floor yet. We are still being very cautious, because Thomas the dog also wags his tail at his toy alligator and then procedes to rip arms and legs off scattering alligator guts throughout the house.
Thomas is a good dog, he held his pee and poo for 14 hours the other day. He got a great big PB sandwich and loved every minute of it.
Thomas was a bad dog when he stole Popsaroo's sandwich last night. He loved every minute of it.
Thomas is a good dog, he hasn't eaten the rabbit....yet.
Sunday, January 20, 2008
Who said, "Diamonds are a girl's best friend?"
Dogs are! Dogs are a girl's best friend! I know for a fact that dogs are a girl's best friend. That is, if you have the right dog.
You must have a dog that loves you, adores you, and plays with you. That dog will want to cuddle with you when you are sick. That dog will eat your last saltine cracker, even if it is all you can hold down. Why? Because he loves you and your saltine cracker (the best saltine cracker he has ever had).
If you have ever been loved by a dog, you know what great medicine it is for that dog to sit on your lap, to refuse to go outside (except for business only), and to never leave your side while you are ailing! The dog will even finish your chicken noodle soup! Come on,Y'all! His mom taught him to lick his plate clean!!!
When you are loved by a dog, he will follow you around as you make trips from the couch to the bathroom. He will watch all your Barbie and Holly Hobby movies right beside you, because you are sick. He will even lay on your blankets, and let you cover him up with a bright red cape, no joke!(Sorry no pic, believe me, I am wishin' I had grabbed the camera.)
When you are well, he will be ready to play again. He will camp with you, right in your very own tent, that you built in your room.
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Look out 2008, Here I Come
Ahhh! The first day of 2008 started out with a backache, burnt pancakes, and a grumpy attitude. It got better after pumpkin pancakes(that were not burned), a glass of tea, and some ibuprofen. Then it was time for the black-eyed peas, ribs, and chicken. I got to make Memphis magic dust and prepared the ribs and chicken for the oven. Slow cooked and yummy. I don't cook them very often, but they are good when I do! My husband and I had decided that dessert was not necessary, my daughter had other thoughts. She decided a cake was needed and brought the box to me as we were finishing dinner. Why not? So a carrot cake we made as we sipped on hot cocoa with plenty of whipped cream and marshmallows.
I lived it up today, but no more. No more eating like Santa Claus, tomorrow we eat healthy! We can not eat like Santa 365 days of the year. My husband is siked, my daughter is not so pleased-more like insulted that we would include her in the healthy habit. Too bad.
Even though I ate like Santa today, I did start a healthy habit for 2008. I started the Engage the Journey Bible Study online, a chronological read through the Bible for 2008. I sat down and started reading Genesis 1,2, &3 and I felt so much calmer. I think this will be very fun and challenging, especially since I plan to do Beth Moore's Patriarchs Bible study starting Jan 15. Hmmm, homework might be quite the challenge. Oh well, sounds like I will have plenty of reading material that will only change my life for the better. Look out 2008, here I come!
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Happy Birthday Haley
We have been as busy as an elf in Santa's workshop this past week! This has been the busiest week of the year since our daughter, Haley was born eight years ago. December 8th is her birthday and every year we juggle preparing for her birthday and Christmas. We can never seem to get our tree until after her birthday, which is probably a good thing. That way we can separate her birthday from Christmas, but then we find ourselves racing to get it done.
I started the week out by working every other day and then attending a Christmas din
We had not even tested the experiments out, just gathered supplies, so I had to hurry over to my Mom's to get everything set up and ready. I heard my husband comment about a million times over that 16 hours how unprepared we were and he would wonder aloud how we were ever going to pull off such a feat!?! You can just imagine how helpful that observation was, but we(my mother and I) had planned, gathered supplies, and tested, but the clock just ticked faster as my husband was watching the tube of wonders (t.v.) and waiting for 1 o'clock to attend the party. We finally badgered him into coming over to help! He did a great job ordering the pizza and entertaining the kids until it was time to start.
I have to admit, we had a great party. We had neat and messy experiments for the girls to do, a bounce house, and we put dry ice in the punch-too cool. We finished the party off with diet coke and mentos explosions. This was very fun and the girls loved it. My hypothesis was that the girls would have fun with the diet coke explosions. I did not realize the other equation that occurred:
excitement( bounce house and experiments)+sugar(cake and punch)+experiments(diet coke+mentos)= Diet Coke Incident.
It was during the spray fight that I heard squealed, "This is the best birthday party ever!!!!" Ahhhh, the sound of squealful, joyful, little girl happiness. What more could a mother ask for, except for her baby to be blessed.
Monday, November 5, 2007
Are they muffins or cupcakes?
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Who wants a marshmallow?
What is it about bon fires and marshmallows? I wish I knew who thought that one up. Does it not just have the most relaxing quality to it?
My daughter was roasting marshmallows with two of her good friends last night. I went to pick her up from my mom's house and they were all out back listening to the crackling fire, talking, playing, eating marshmallows and smores. The weather was perfect and the company was great. I wanted to take the girls pictures, with the fire in the background. Leave it to them to try to back close as they could to the fire. I had to say, " Not that close, your names are not Shadrach, Meshach, and Abendnego. I want the fire in the background, I don't want you standing in it! "
Since I am doing the Daniel Bible study by Beth Moore currently, this had deeper meaning for me! Shadrach, Meshach, and Abendnego were forced into the fire since they would not bend knee to King Nebuchadnezzar to worship him as God. They would only worship the one true God and they would go through the fire into God's arms if they had to. The fire was so hot that some of the strongest soldiers that had escorted the three into the fire, DIED! But what was so awesome is when ole King Neb cried, "Look! I see four men walking around in the fire, unbound and unharmed, and the fourth looks like a son of the gods." Daniel 3:25 Hmmm, no mention of marshmallows! But it does say when they came out of the fire, everyone looked on to see that ......the fire had not harmed their bodies, nor was a hair of their heads singed; their robes were not scorched, and there was no smell of fire on them. Daniel 3:27 Wow! I know I had a smell of smoke on me when I got in the car last night, but God is so powerful and mighty that he can bring you through a fire in your life without the smell of smoke left on you.
Thursday, November 1, 2007
Dogs and Bacon
My dog is crazy, or is it me? I am not really sure anymore. Thomas, my dog, is a good dog, but if something is in his sight that he is interested in, all is lost, he will chase it, run to it, eat it, or throw it about in the air. The only way to even get his attention is to use his shock collar. Now don't get upset, he doesn't need a shock, he needs a beep. I push a button and he hears a beep and that is all he needs to obey. The batteries are dead.
I planned to take the dog and put him on his lead under the big tree in the yard. My dog planned to go play with his friends across the street. I don't mind him playing with the dogs, but the street is busy and I fear for his life. The dog doesn't know how to cross the street without being a moving target for cars. His dog friends across the street know how to cross the street, believe it or not, they stop, look, and listen. So off Thomas goes, across the street, and of course it is also a nature preserve with a locked gate. He is off and running. He won't come. I call and call. He looks back, turns and runs in the other direction. I tap on the gate with the leash hook. I call, I threaten, and all I see is the dust he left behind and I can hear dogs laughing at the idiot person at the gate. I wait. He doesn't come. Now, normally I would just go on about my business, but I just know if I turn my back he will be run over, flat as a pancake with all the traffic speeding by. The people driving by must wonder why I am standing at this gate like an idiot.
I have an idea, I will get Haley's whistle and blow it, maybe he will come. He did come to the gate with another dog, but he didn't come out. He looked at me and trotted off, left the other dog to gaurd the gate while he played. Great. What else can I do? I know, bacon! I cooked some bacon and went to the driveway with the leash in hand and stood there, he wouldn't come to even see I had bacon. So, I got in the car and drove across the street, thinking the dog would bark and all the other dogs would come running. Nope, he just looked at me with his big blue eyes and remained silent. Thanks for nothing! I went back home. They noticed when I was out of sight. Thomas came back to the fence, and was about to take off again, and I go running out of the house calling sweet as could be, "Thomas, bacon! I have bacon, don't you want some?" I acted like I was eating some, and you know, the dog came. Just as excited as could be, he wanted the bacon. I led him to the lead under the tree, hooked him up, and walla, Thomas got a mouth full of bacon. Silly dog!
