You Dirty Booper!

Say what?  The phrase “You dirty booper!” or some variation, “Ohh yous a dirty booper.  Boop boop!  Come here my little booper!” can be frequently heard around our house.  It’s our favorite thing to jokingly say to Maggie.  Imagine a cross between that hilarious meme with the husky (see below) and that scene from Superbad (see further below.)


Borrowed from the google machine. Rights are not mine.


Also borrowed, also not mine. Please don’t sue, all my money goes to feeding my monsters.

And there you have it; we coined the term “booper”.  Obviously we have excellent senses of humor–but the catalyst behind this funny phrase sadly isn’t that funny.


I am happy to report that our God awful couches were replaced the very day this picture was taken. Finally!

It took probably a good 6 months before Maggie really began to relax in our home and her true colors started to show.  I can’t honestly remember the first time that it happened, but one day Maggie and the other two were running from one room to another, riled up about something outside, and Maggie did this weird snarl/snap at them and kept running.  It was hilarious!  She didn’t make contact with either of them, she just made a funny sound with a little snap of her mouth, and they all kept going.  Hello boop, nice to meet you.


We were so sad when we arrived at the beach and they informed us that they strictly enforce leash laws. We made do the best we could.

The “boop” continued to make appearances, few and far between, and I basically did nothing but laugh at them because they were always seemingly random, quick, and without consequence.  It wasn’t until after this horrible event that I began to grown concerned about the booping situation.  Don’t get me wrong, I could see from the get go that the boop was some sort of redirected aggression/frustration (due to whatever it was that was outside that they wanted to get to) but I assumed that my two good-natured, steady-as-a-rock dogs would always just ignore little Maggie.  No harm, no foul kind of thing.  Well after the fight (which I still firmly but sadly believe was Tag’s fault, and completely unrelated to “booping”) I began to consider the potential consequences to Maggie’s actions.


Nothing happened between the time of the fight and our move into the new house with a nice yard, but the boop continued to make little random appearances and I did my best to  discourage them.  Now that we have this big back yard for them to run around in, the boop is continuing to make appearances, but this time at top Maggie speed–which is fast and generally results in her barreling into someone at the end.  I can see that the other two are getting annoyed with it.  And after a boop I can sometimes see that she has a stressed, wide eyed, trembly face too, and I’ll grab her and calm her down.  This is rare but afterwards she always goes up to the dogs and does her best “I’m-super-submissive-and-so-sorry” face-kissing, flopping-on-her-back act.  And the incident is over.


So concerned about the squealing children.

I know that the dogs all love each other, enjoy each others company, and are probably the happiest they have ever been (thank you big back yard!) but I feel like it’s time to put an end to this booping before, God forbid, something bad does happen.  So, fellow dog owners/lovers have any of you experienced this with one of your dogs?  Do I seek professional help?  I am a firm believer in positive reinforcement, so I always praise them when they are all playing nicely and Maggie runs around boop-free, but it’s not stopping the behavior.  Any ideas or recommendations would be so super appreciated!  Oh, and Happy Hump Day!

Dear Dust Bunny,

It’s not you, really, it’s me.  I know we just met and everything seemed great–but it’s not.  You sure are cute but looks just aren’t enough for me.  You’ve caused me hours of work already and that’s just not what I’m looking for right now.  I hope you understand.  

– Morgan


Ok, maybe that was silly, but I’m serious!  I L.O.V.E the fact that our house is all tile and hardwood but you know what I don’t love?  The black, white, and brown tumble weed-dust bunny-fuzzballs the size of a small cat that crop up every time I turn around.  Since the house is practically empty right now (furniture buying is quite a process… who knew?) it takes me what feels like an eternity to sweep my way around the house every day.  And if I don’t, I can actually see the hair everywhere, just hangin out like it’s no big deal.  My neat freak/borderline OCD personality is not cool with this.

So I’m curious, do any of you own a Rumba?  Or similar automatic vacuum thingy?  We were talking about getting one but they are quite pricey and I don’t want to spend money on it if it’s going to be an utter failure (that money could should be going towards furniture anyways!)  So, have any of my fellow animal lovers used them?  Tell me your dirty secrets.  Please.

We Be Movin’

Like I’ve mentioned, we be movin’, and soon.  I thought I knew for sure how each dog would handle this.  As usual, my mutts are proving me wrong.


Since Buddy has moved with me all the way from Nebraska to Florida (and about 10 times since we have been in FL) I assumed he would take this move the most in stride.  Since Tag is always insecure and needs to be reassured that I do in fact love her (silly goose!) I assumed she would just need a little more reassuring but go with the flow too.  Since Maggie is the most unsure about new situations (though vastly improved from when I got her) I assumed she would be a bit of a mess.


You know what they say about assuming, right?  It makes an “ass out of u and me“?  Yea, my dogs are totally making me look like an ass.  Buddy is a hot mess.  He’s acting like this is the first time he has ever seen a moving box and seems to think he is going to get left behind.  He won’t leave my side and has been “talking” to me even more than normal.  Tag is acting totally normal, no reassuring needed there.  And Maggie?  The boxes that I was sure would be so scary to Maggie are like her new play toys.  I thought she would be all distressed and confused seeing all of our things get packed up and the house in disarray, but nope!  She’s taking the whole thing in stride.

IMG_2259A while back I read a great post from one of my favorite blogs, Love & a Six Foot Leash, about moving and everything they did to make the transition easier for their dogs.  I have been taking their tips to heart and I hope that Buddy’s insecurity (which really just manifests in wanting to cuddle more–so I’m not complaining too much) is the worst of my worries.  I suspect that I will have some funny antics to share as we get closer to the big day, so stay tuned!  I’m curious, have any of you been through a big move with your dog(s)?  How did they handle it?  Did you do anything special to ease the transition?  Spill the beans!


All Dogs Go To Heaven.

And there sure are going to be some awesome ones waiting there to greet me.  Just yesterday my friend at Tails of a Foster Mom shared this quote:

“If there is a heaven, it’s certain our animals are to be there. Their lives become so interwoven with our own, it would take more than an archangel to detangle them.” -Pam Brown


I am quiet in my faith, not one to get into loud arguments, or nit-pick at interpretations from verses in the Bible, but one thing I stand firm on is my belief that God loves all of his creations equally.  Be it a human, a dog or cat, or a little snail crossing the side walk: God created them, and in my eyes, He loves them.  If you know me well enough, you know that this is why I always choose to root for the underdog.  The “ugly” dog that is missing an eye.  The boy in the lunch room that talks funny and no one will sit next to.  These are the people and creatures I have always sought out and done my best to befriend.  Because, who am I to say that they aren’t beautiful or deserving of love?  God chose to create them that way for a reason.  I may not understand it, but who am I to deny that He placed them here?

I struggle with understanding how God can allow any of His creatures, human and non human alike, to be treated in some of the terrible ways we all know exist.  And why does it always seem to be the most innocent among us that are abused the worst?  Little children that are molested, our elders that are neglected in nursing homes, or dogs like Holly that are starved and denied even basic medical care by the very ones that are supposed to be caring for them.  I will probably never understand how He lets this happen, but what gives me solace in all of these injustices, is the fact that I know, deep in my gut, with all the fibers of my being, that one day they will be happy in Heaven.


And when the time comes for me to join them, I have a lot to look forward to.  I’m quite certain that Maddie, the sweet Lab my parents had when I was born, and undoubtedly the reason I am an animal lover today, will be the first to greet me, ready for a game of fetch.  I will never get the image of finding her dead in our pool out of my head, but I know that when she greets me, it will be with a big grin and sloppy kiss, no evidence of her violent end in sight, just happiness.  

And Corky, the first dog I ever really rescued, will come racing up behind her on her short, goofy Basset/Beagle legs.  I found Corky when I was in kindergarten and thanks to her I had my first experience with sh!tty dog owners.  You see, after Corky was impregnated by their giant Bull Mastiff, they decided they didn’t want her anyone.  I told my mom this after taking her on a walk around the neighborhood and meeting her former owners.  Like any good mother would do, mine didn’t believe my story, and marched me right over to their house to find out if I was in fact telling the truth.  Turns out, I was, and they just really didn’t care what happened to her.  She was my best friend and moved all the way from Florida to Nebraska with me.  When she comes to greet me in Heaven, it will be with all the exuberance she had in her younger years.


And then Sara will come over, after stopping to sniff all the other dogs’ butts along the way, to give me all the kisses I can handle.  I got Sara when I was 13 after hearing through a family friend that her owners decided they “didn’t feel like dealing with her anymore.”  My second experience with just how heartless people can be.  Sara came from a champion bloodline (she was a Brittany Spaniel) and despite the fact that she won Best in Show numerous times, was about as dumb as a door nail.  She was goofy, and weird, and usually not all there, but I loved her nonetheless.  When I was 16 Sarah went downhill fast and my parents told me since she was my dog, it was my decision what to do with her.  I called the vet, loaded her in my car, and took her to be put down.  I felt, and still firmly believe, it was the humane thing to do.  She had lived a good, long life, and I owed it to her to die with a little dignity left.  My dad still talks about watching me pull into the driveway after doing that all by myself and how he had never felt so equally heartbroken but proud at the same time.  Sara too will be restored to her former glory and will surely provide me with an eternity of entertainment.

And these are just a few of the dogs that I know will meet me, right at the gate.  I believe all of the abused, neglected, unwanted, and otherwise wronged creations of God will be right there, with big grins on their faces, because finally they are free.  Scars, both physical and emotional, will disappear and they will be restored to the condition God intended them to be in: happy, safe, and loved, just like they should have been from their first moment on Earth til their last.  And if your beliefs says otherwise, I respect that, but I hope you’re wrong 🙂  Because really, who would want to spend eternity without our beloved family members?


Rest In Peace sweet Holly.  When the time is right, we will meet again. Until then, look for Maddie, Corky, Sara and all the other dogs I’ve sent to Heaven.  You’ll be fast friends.  

Unexcused Absence

I generally try to make sure that I post at least every couple of days and I just realized that it has been close to a week since I posted last.  And my excuse for this absence?


I ran a muddy, obstacle filled race.


And I hung out with friends.

And I found the perfect dress for my best friend to wear to my wedding.  And wedding shoes!  And I got my dress altered.  And I just generally acted like a kid for a weekend in Jacksonville (where we will be moving very soon!)  But the best part was coming home to this:



So I apologize for my unexcused absence…but not too much because sometimes, a girl’s just gotta have fun!  I will resume my regular posting tomorrow.  And be on the look-out for a follow up post by Rich to Requiring Insurance? Solving Problems!  And I hope everyone else had themselves some fun this weekend!


Friday is for Fun.

I firmly believe that fresh air, sunshine, and exercise do the body and soul more good than anything a doctor can prescribe.  And after this week, I needed both!  I beat Rich home by a few minutes so by the time he walked in the door I had the dogs fed and leashed up–we were ready for an adventure!  They piled in the back of my car like a bunch of clowns (I have yet to win the SUV battle) and we drove to a near-by baseball field.  It was time to stretch our legs!


Fly my Moo, fly!





“Technically” dogs aren’t allowed on the fields so we kinda sorta had to keep our eyes peeled for the officers of the law.  It’s okay though, it just makes things more exciting.  Look at us, a regular old bunch of rebels!



As I write this, the dogs are all crashed out on the couches, twitching and dreaming hard.  I think we had a successful adventure but I don’t plan for the fun to end here.  Oh no, there is a beautiful sunny weekend ahead and I aim to take full advantage of it.  Do you have any big plans for the weekend?  Will you be including your pups?

Fun with Friends

On Saturday a couple of friends and I decided to take our pups out for an adventure.  There is a little hidden lake that few people ever go out to which makes it a great place to let the dogs run free, which is precisely what we did.


We had a blast.  The dogs ran, and ran, and swam, and ran, and sniffed, and ran some more.



We had quite a time trying to get all six to sit and pose for a picture.  As you can see, we were not successful.

Katelyn, attempting to reason with the dogs.

Katelyn, attempting to reason with the dogs.


Regal Reagan did a wonderful job supervising the pack.

Regal Reagan did a wonderful job supervising the pack.


I spy two dogs.  Do you see them?

I spy two dogs. Do you see them?

It was nice to enjoy to great outdoors a little and the dogs were thrilled to stretch their legs and explore.  By the time we were ready to leave, everyone was pooped.  Did you have any fun adventures with your with pups this weekend?  I’d love to hear about them!

"Ok, we goes home now foster mom?"

“Ok, we goes home now foster mom?”