Laurie, Fudge, and Vern's Blog – August 2012 Archive (6)

Last Sunday started off like any ordinary Sunday.  My husband watched his favorite morning show, CBS Sunday Morning, and I tried to refrain from talking and breathing too loudly for fear he would miss one word of the show.  At one point, he was holding Fudge and cuddling with her and when she jumped down to greet me, Vern immediately took her place in his lap on his recliner chair.…

A couple of things lately have had me contemplating my own mortality.  It isn’t something I think about a lot, but I do want to make sure that Fudge and Vern are taken care of if something should happen to me. The good news for Fudge and Vern is that my husband and both of our daughters love our dogs as much as I do and would never willingly give them up.  Now, if I could just convince myself the dogs will continue to enjoy the same level of care that I provide for them, I could rest…

I was thinking the other day about the many dogs that need new homes and wondering what it would be like if Fudge and Vern or someone I loved rehomed me.  I am so set in my ways and I prefer my own home to all others.  Sure, we take vacations from time to time, but usually I long for home after just a few days.  I love being surrounded by my things, eating off of my favorite Polish Pottery dishes, and ending every night in my own bed with my favorite pillow.  Even though I write a lot about…

I get accused all the time of worrying more about my dogs than I do the human beings in our household.  I am not saying the accusations are wrong in some cases, but since I speak for my dogs and I love to speak, sometimes I feel I have no choice.  The impatient gene runs in my family and I have passed this gene down to one of my daughters.  In fact, my husband has mentioned on more than one occasion that there should be a support group for men who marry into this family.  I even mentioned it…

Last week I decided to join a gym.  I have been procrastinating about it for a very long time and just decided it was time.  A couple of things recently made it clear to me that now was the time, and I would like to point out I had already joined by the time my bikini body had taken a beating in Jane’s new blog.   When my daughter was home we went out on the pontoon boat and she wanted to take my picture on the paddle board.  While I was standing on the board, I told her to hold on until I…

I remember the first day of Fourth Grade like it was yesterday.  The teacher walked into the classroom and said, “Can anyone tell me who was buried in Grant’s Tomb?”  WHAT?  I sat there in a panic, praying and thinking, “Please don’t call on me!  Please don’t call on me.”  I mean, how was I supposed to know who was buried in Grant’s Tomb on the first day of school.  Did we have a summer assignment that I didn’t know about?  Finally, I calmed myself down and figured if I had the misfortune to…