Dear Granny Pups,

Thanks so much for bringing us over a stocking full of doggy toys!! We fought over them and played with them all weekend!

Bella, however, hates things that are stuffed. It's her goal in life to make sure the stuffing comes out of all of her toys. So sadly, the football and Christmas tree didn't make it. The gingerbread man and pillow are still unscathed.

Ornery.

Sometimes we have good days and we have bad days right? Well some of you may know that my step-father suffers from dementia and lives at an assisted living facility. There are days were he is a total sweetheart but others, well, it can be a challenge to be around him. Yesterday afternoon while visiting him I was telling him that his sister has a birthday coming up on December 21st. I suggested that he send flowers. He said he didn't want to, and I told him that he could at least send a card. He got aggravated and said "why should I send her a card? She never does anything for me on my b-day?" (Totally not true! She actually flew into Atlanta for his birthday this year!) Trying to not point out his confusion but get him to understand that sending a card was the right thing to do I replied "George, I always learned growing up that two wrongs don't equal a right. So send a card." His response: " I am tired of hearing about your do-gooder horsesh$*!" What an ornery ole' coot. I laughed at him because there wasn't much else that I could do at that point.

Then Poncey in his infinite wisdom decided that the bush his sister Bella was sniffing was exactly where he wanted to pee, and he did, on her head! She and I are both unhappy about that one!

What goes around comes around!

While cleaning out my closet I came across my 8th grade cheerleading uniform! I tried it on, wow, wasn't that short or tight 13 years ago, but I was able to get all the zippers up! Poncey was looking at me like I was crazy, so I decided that he too needed to try the uniform on.

Obviously, Poncey wasn't a huge fan of the uniform. But blue is definitely his color.
Poncey got pretty ticked off about the uniform and showed me what he thought about me by getting up twice during the middle of the night to go out. He refused to do any business until I fell back asleep and then his butt threw up on the stairs. Nice. There is nothing that sucks worse than cleaning up an explosion at 3:30 a.m.

Poncey poo-poo

Dog ownership challenges my patience almost every single day. I cannot imagine what child-ownership would do to me. I would probably lose all my hair and develop a nervous tick.

Yesterday while walking Poncey and Bella, the wonderful and amazing Poncey decided that he was going to ROLL around in a big pile of poop! I was TOTALLY disgusted with this act and horrified because he was covered in crap...it was literally caked into his collar and all over his head, neck and chest. I used some choice language that I haven't used in a LONG time and walked almost half a mile home trying to keep him from getting Bella filthy too. I tied him up outside while I went in to get gloves, towels, and rags. I wiped him down the best that I could and threw away his collar and name tag. Then I dragged him big butt inside and upstairs. I locked him in the closet while I ran a bath and he got in without me even asking-he knew he was nasty. I washed him three times and conditioned him once but was still convinced that he smelled. After I dried him I doused him in perfume (probably not a great idea but better than smelling crap).

This was all before 8:30 a.m. and my second cup of coffee so needless to say I was ticked.

I forgave the little turd-lover and ended up letting him sleep in the be with me, only after I smelled him about 10 times to make sure everything was cool.

Guess my Uncle Jimmy was right when he wouldn't let Poncey sleep inside at his house because "Dogs ain't right. You don't let them lay in bed with you. They waller in each other's mess." So true!