Month: December 2014

Joy, 6 weeks

Week by week, our early adventures with Joy.

6 Weeks October 23 2014 After much praying we think we had found the new member of our family. Bringing her home we found that Joy was sick when we got her, and in an ideal world she was also too young to be separated from her litter mates. We have learned that the social structure of the puppy litter and their mother teaches the puppies how to be in a pecking order which makes for a properly socialized dog and the last few weeks in the litter the puppy is able to transition from mama’s milk to hard food. When we got Joy, she didn’t know either, how to be social or how to eat out of a bowl. It took her days to get the hang of eating. We gave her milk and raw egg, she ate some of it. I tried cooked chicken breast with mushy white rice, she didn’t eat that. She went at least 4 days eating small amounts, also, she was slow to drink water, she acted like she wasn’t familiar with it. We gave her kefir, she actually liked that, at least enough to eat small amounts. It was rough going at first. She had horrible diarrhea. I was on the internet looking up all the different conditions. I read more about dog poop then I EVER cared to know. For instance, hers was yellow and that meant chances are there was a worm infection. We tried several ideas to help solve the problem at home. We used OTC worming medicines, they didn’t work. She was a poor little thing.


Additionally, as we were caring for her physical needs, we were told she looked liked she could be a pit bull. That worried me A LOT. I love having kids around and I was strongly concerned that she would be dangerous. During these first couple weeks I had spent HOURS researching different aspects of possible pit bull traits. I looked at probably hundreds of pictures and different web sites trying to get a handle on the possibility of her being a pit.Two things came of it.

1. Many people tried to reassure me that pits are only dangerous when they are raised that way. Not convinced, I was still afraid, I had heard too many stories of how a pit just went berserk and mauled children, it was too much of a risk.

2. Cesar Millan loves his pit bulls. Problem there is that I’m not anywhere near as cool as Cesar Millan so my dog would never have all the great training, hence, that apprehension was still there. One thing Cesar said that made an impact on me was for me to keep in order these perspectives .. first she is an animal, then she is a species, then a breed and then my pet. That was worth thinking about.

3. I was happy when I went to the pit bull breeder in the neighborhood and he said “Yeah, I guess she could have some pit bull in her” HA! I was glad! That meant pit was not her primary breed.

Back and forth I went. Worrying, reading, praying. Over the next few weeks she grew enough for us to see that she could be any number of dogs. We came to the conclusion that she is a MUTT. I was relieved and happy. I could relax.

There was one interesting thought the vet told me though, she said she rarely sees pit bulls with bad attitudes, that they are not biters, instead, she says small dogs are constantly biting. The difference is that when the small dog bites it doesn’t do much harm but when the pit bites it does a LOT of harm and that is why it is so publicized. I am so sad to hear the horror stories of people being hurt by dogs that suddenly SNAP! According to my research every single breed of dog has been known to snap and go crazy. That’s the animal part Cesar talks about. Dogs can be dangerous and need to be supervised, they are animals.

Be smarter than me, learn about puppy life BEFORE you bring one home. If you are going to get a rescue shelter puppy, likely they will have some pit bull in them somewhere, in fact, like our little pup, they will have a variety of many different breed traits. By adopting a rescue mutt, it’s a gamble, no one can tell you what kind of dog you have. They will have to grow up and then you will see. It’s kinda like getting a present, you don’t know what’s in the package until you open it.

Sure are cute though, kinda steal your heart  <3 IMG_1576

Psalm 47:1

O clap your hands, all peoples; Shout to God with the voice of joy.

The Angel’s Perspective

I was reading the passage in Luke 2 –

“And there were in the same country shepherds abiding in the field, keeping watch over their flock by night. And, lo, the angel of The Lord came upon them, and the glory of The Lord shone round about them; and they were sore afraid.

(The upcoming  part that stood out to me is, the angel knows who that baby is, he knows that Jesus left heaven to come to earth, from the angel’s perspective he knows that Jesus, who is his favorite person throughout all of eternity is coming in a stable. I bet that’s why they sang praises, they knew who it was that is coming and they know, in a much greater manner the us, who He is. Imagine your favorite person in all the world, and it’s your job to announce that person. You would be so proud, so happy to tell how great that person is. 

 The angel is announcing it to folks that really do not have an accurate perception of WHAT a huge blessing is coming there way. He announces Jesus and we say – Yay! Praise God! Good response but, I am completely confident it is underwhelming in comparison the gift we have received, compared to the majesty and awesomeness of Jesus. )


And the angel said unto them, Fear not; for behold,

(Imagine the enthusiasm the angel used as he explained) 

I bring you good tidings of GREAT joy for all the people.

Today in the town of David a Savior has been born to you;

he is the Messiah, the Lord.

This will be a sign to you: You will find a baby wrapped in cloths and lying in a manger.”

Suddenly a great company of the heavenly host appeared with the angel, praising God and saying,

“Glory to God in the highest heaven, and on earth peace to those on whom his favor rests.”

When the angels had left them and gone into heaven, the shepherds said to one another, “Let’s go to Bethlehem and see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.” So they hurried off and found Mary and Joseph, and the baby, who was lying in the manger. When they had seen him, they spread the word concerning what had been told them about this child, and all who heard it were amazed at what the shepherds said to them. But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart.

The shepherds returned, glorifying and praising God for all the things they had heard and seen, which were just as they had been told.

After reading that this morning, I felt like standing on the street corner and shouting .. Good news! Jesus has come! He is from heaven and we don’t even really know how great He is, but He loves us so much He came for us!

Join me everyone as we live in awe of His glory!

Whew! What a way to start the morning  <3



Thanksgiving was extra special this year. Since I was fresh off the very long plane ride our wonderful family all pitched in and made our meal. 

Benjamin had his first attempt at making a turkey. He’s a smart man, knows how to read directions, we were looking forward to seeing how the turkey turned out. 
IMG_2482Thank you, Elisa for putting together our appetizers. imageElisa made almost all the side dishes. David made the pies. They are a good team. IMG_2489We got a little cray cray putting together our special dinner, it manifested its self in a variety of ways. 

Benjamin’s turkey looks BEAUTIFUL! Not only did it look good, Benjamin tried the upside down baking method and that caused the white meat to be very moist. Yum! Bravo! Benjamin.

Just about to sit down, turkey and ham, brussel sprouts, salad, cranberry sauce, stuffing and mashed potatoes (made by Don) The flavors were wonderful! 

IMG_2506That evening we watched Home Alone, an old family favorite. Thankful and contented we ended this Thanksgiving holiday.





Glad to Be Home

What a blessed time in London. It was such a fantastic trip, so memorable, so heart filling it’s hard to express it in words. 

The day came for me to pack up my suitcases and hit the sidewalk to the bus. There we were, Kimberly and I rolling suitcases down the sidewalk, 6 am (ish) It was almost comical, here in the US you struggle to get your bag ALL THE WAY to the car in the driveway. In London, pulling a suitcase is a common sight. BUT, most folks are more experienced than I am. They had smaller bags with the wheels that swivel. I had one of those HUGE suitcases AND a travel suitcase AND a backpack as well. I was Rookie traveler. We muscled those onto and off of the bus, then onto and off the tube. Kimberly is such a capable traveler, she knows how to get anywhere in London. We arrived at the airport, I hugged Kimberly, my very heart, goodbye and I began my journey home. Bittersweet. So glad to be going home but hating leaving the ones I love behind.


 I followed home the sunrise, here it is above a sea of clouds. 


When I landed in Boston I had a pathetic Starbucks that I LOVED! It was just like I like it. It wasn’t international or organic or healthy but it was YUMMY! AND, I was a citizen. I was where I belonged, where I am home, where I understand what the people are thinking. I was told so many different things about English attitudes I just wasn’t sure how to fit in. IMG_2471
The weather in Boston was a little threatening. Fortunately, after a bit of delay we were able to get on the plane. When I landed my suitcase was icy wet. None of the wonderful gifts inside were ruined. 


1024px-2008-07-30_RDU_welcome_signAfter, golly, I don’t even know how many hours from 9 am London time to 5 pm NC time – could it have been 13 hours? I don’t know for sure, cause of the time change. It was a LONG day though. 

I was happy to see Don at the end of the hallway. My sweetheart. And guess what I found when I got home?? Beautiful roses. 

IMG_2518When we made it back to Burlington Benjamin was here, David and Elisa came later. It was a happy reunion. I got out all the treats and we ate the AMAZING English food I brought home. Happy, Happy.

So thankful that I got to hug that London family, see those precious grandchildren and now back home. I am looking forward to the next London visit! I hope it’s not too far in the distance.

Clap your hands, all you nations; shout to God with cries of joy. Psalm 47:1