Poop Therapy

I know it's been a while…. sorry.  Life got a little overwhelming.  I needed some "Poop Therapy" to clear my mind and get things back on track.  :)

I was talking to one of my close friends the other day.  We were saying after the snow melts how much poop we will have to pick up.  (We both have 6 dogs.) Anyway, she mentioned that it doesn't bother her all that much though because it gives her time to think as she's outside, enjoying the sunshine.

Wow!  I never realized that, but I don't mind picking up crap either…  I realized I do the same thing.  It doesn't go for just poop, but when you are focused on a small task that takes little to no brain power, it gives you time to think and rebalance your life.  Your mind can clear and you can be ready for the next round of what life throws at you.  In essence you're cleaning the poop out of your mind/life just like it's leaving your yard!!!

If anyone needs a brainless task and can't find one at your house, you are welcome to come try out pooper scooping at my house.  :)

And then there were two...

So about a year or so passed and life was the usual.  Teaching all week, dog school with Braut on Saturday mornings and then scrapbooking a few times a month.  I had started selling Creative Memories.  One of the girls that I "scapped" with had gotten a doxie for her daughter.  Guess who ended up taking care of him?  Because the mother worked a lot (12/13 hours a day) the 7 month old doxie was headed to the shelter if I didn't take him.  Guess who came home?!  I remembered getting him in the car…. all of a sudden- a HORRENDOUS smell.  Yep, he blew his anal glands on me.  Holy crap, what a way to give a 1st impression!!  

We didn't hold it against him.  He met Braut and all went well.  My husband (at the time) didn't want him, but I thought Braut needed a brother.  Maybe that's what started our demise… probably not, lol.  Anyway, as a few days passed it became VERY clear there was something going on.  This dog was backwards potty trained, ahhhh!  Yep, he "went" all over the house and thought outside was to have a good time.  What?!  So my mom got some of the usual new dog phone calls, "I can't do this!!!  Mom, he's crapping all over the house!  What do I do?!"  She calmed me down and after a routine was set up life got better.  

I'll tell you, he's been in my fur family now almost 10 years (I can't believe it's been that long!) and he's the best potty trained dog I have.  :)  He is also the most active dog I have.  I tell you, this dog is like Wallace the Pit Bull in a doxie body.  He has been a driven dog ever since he came into my life.  He has an EXTREME amount of energy.  During nice weather he needs a walk or play in the yard every day.  When it's cruddy outside, we do it in the house.  And, it's still going on today.  I'm not talking a leisurely stroll for 30 minutes.  I mean an hour or 90 min brisk walk or 45 minute fetch session at the park.  He doesn't want to stop, but I make him.  Luckily, he has a very strong body.  I have always thrown low and when it's down-time, he uses dog ramps and special steps.  

Boomer is going to be 10, March 3rd.  (He is the 2nd of my 2 dogs that I know his actual birthday.  The past owner gave me his paperwork from the puppy store she bought him from.)  On New Years 2014, he played ball with some kids at school for over 5 hours.  Try to stop him?  Take a break?  He'll have none of that.  This dog is insane.  I wish I could bottle some of his energy and inject it!!  People are amazed when they see him in action.  He loves it and I know would be depressed if he couldn't be active.  He will take a break for a couple hours and then be ready to go right back at it.  

He's been a wonderful addition to the pack.  Braut will only play with Boomer.  They sleep beside each other every night and will snuggle in the same dog bed.

Long live "The Boom"!!!!!!!

How it all began...

So, I'm starting a new venture: blogging!!!!!  Welcome to my first post.  

Please don't let me know if it's bad…. j/k :)  

Here is a little bit of background on how I have become the "momma" of 6 dogs….

In 2001, I was married and we had decided to get a dog.  That's the next step… after marriage and before kids, right?  So after much deliberation we decided on a dachshund.  Being young and naive, someone at school posted that they had puppies for sale.  Guess what breed?  So my husband and I went over to her house and absolutely fell in love with the runt that wouldn't leave the "backdoor breeder's" side (that is a term used for breeders who breed to sell puppies but the parents/puppies are not registered).  We ended up taking "Braut" home that day.  He was spoiled from the beginning.  Only weighing 2 lb, I never put him down.  He was the size of my palm.  He would sleep in my sweatshirt and took rides in the front pocket so I could actually get work done.  He might not have been an actual infant, but he was treated like one.  I was up every 2 hours at night to take him potty.  He had a feeding schedule: 3 times/day and we had play time any time he wanted.  Life revolved around him.  My first taste of having something other than myself to care for and I loved it.