Run With The Fishes

The image came from http://www.marshalltrue.com/ I thought it looked perfect for Halloween.

Time to brag. Today was parent-teacher conference day. The meeting with each set of teachers took about ten minutes total. For the whole ten minutes, the teachers did nothing but brag about Nathan and Zoey. We know our kids are fantastic and brilliant, but it is always good to have that validated by others with unbiased opinions.

I hope this trend continues until they are out of school.

I have never really been a pet person. Sure, growing up we had some cats and my brother had a dog, occasionally we would have a fish tank, but for the most part, people offer enough companionship for me. After Nathan and Zoey were born we would answer the “Why don’t you have any pets?” questions with, “We barely have time to take care of our kids, it would be a pretty sad animal that became our pet”.

Then the children got a little older and started wanting pets of their own. We decided that ten seemed like a pretty good age to handle the responsibility of a pet. For the most part, it is. I still have to ask every night whether or not LT has been fed and there are times when we have to enforce playtime with the dog. For the record, jumping on the trampoline or swinging on the swing set while the dog is in the yard with you does not count as giving your pet some love and attention.

What I didn’t expect was that LT would become like a four legged member of the family. Sure he is still a dog, but he’s grown on us. We’ve become pet people. When he isn’t there to great me with his total body wag, the day just feels weird. Like yesterday. Because he was at the vet.

He is like a little free spirit and was chasing a butterfly. The kids said that he started yelping like he was in horrible pain and was stuck in the frame of the trampoline. He must have been pretty intent on that butterfly. They managed to get him turned around and unstuck. He acted fine, no limping or anything so we didn’t think anything of it. Later, when we were inside with better lighting we checked it out a little closer. It turned out that his fur was covering the gnarly looking parts. We did some bandaging and Greg took him to the vet yesterday morning just to make sure he was alright. He wasn’t, poor dog. They had to shave around his wounds and stitch him up. If it weren’t so pitiful, it would look funny. I know he’s only a dog, but man, I feel bad for him.

Maybe I need to take a break from blogging. This maybe once a week posting just doesn’t even seem worth it. I guess I have just been unmotivated and uninspired lately. It could be, that after three years of blogging, I have just run out of things to say and am afraid I will start to repeat myself. I don’t want to be that person who tells the same stories over and over and everyone pretends they haven’t heard it before just to be nice.

I don’t know how the popular bloggers manage to have something worthwhile to say every single day. I need to get back in the mindset that this is a journal where I am keeping notes on my family as the kids grow into the people they will become. Even if it is just a few sentences a day that no one else cares about but me. That’s the whole reason this site exists. Memories that I want to be able to savor later on will be written here.