One of my loves! Sweet Sam or Mr. Sam I Am. I love how he sports his chest hair with pride. I might have to start calling him my little man!
After having a day long melt down yesterday, me and the boys went into the bush today. We worked at getting grounded and calming my brain down. Dogs and nature are better than meds!!
How can I be so angry, hurt and lonely when there is all this beauty and so reasons to smile around me?
The boys are really keen on doing obedience training. Sam is a so smart and eager. Hepzee has always been harder to train because he wasn’t food motivated, but that’s changing. He now loves his food and is willing to work for it.
I’m embarrassed to say that we’ve never managed to leash train ourselves. We work at it every summer, then give up. I was amazed when I put the leashes on them yesterday, they both walked like pros.
I’m off to therapy in a few minutes. Going to see if I can dissipate some of this anger and hurt.
Hephzibah: I’m worried about Mom.
Sweet Sam: How so?
Hephzibah: She keeps talking about how lonely she is. The conversation always ends with her wishing for a man in her life.
Sweet Sam: Hell’s bell’s, we have to nip that in the bud.
Hephzibah: That’s what I’m thinking, we need to stay a single parent family. We are NOT sharing a bed!
Sweet Sam: Well, Big Bro, what’s the plan?
Hephzibah: I’m pretty sure a shiny new pickup truck is on the list of “must have’s” for a potential mate, so I’ll pee on all the tires before he even opens the door. You do anything that involves cow shit and your entire body.
Sweet Sam: Sweet!! Can do.
Hephzibah: If that fails, I’ve got a Plan B. Pee on him.
Sweet Sam: Excellent. Good talk H!
I am the mother who stands over her pooping dog so I can analyze whether they are dying or not. (Anxious much?)
Sweet Sam’s poop has not been healthy for a few days. Black diarrhea and terrible gas. I’m trying not to panic and when I saw the two tone poop this afternoon I felt a bit of relief.