Well, Sh**!

yet again.

It's been quite the challenge naming my little pup. She's such a little shit and that's all she ever seems to do. Inside, outside, day and night. Poo, poo, poo. It doesn't seem to matter if I am home, awake, in the same room or not. Sometimes she does it up to five times a day! For such a little thing she sure is full of it. It has to be said that she does seem to be making a little progress and for that, I am so very proud of her. She sits in front of the back door and gives me a look, "Mom. Gotta go again." Unfortunately, I can not hear a look and it goes unnoticed. By the time I see her it may be too late. We need to work on getting her to use her 'words'. I picked that up from some moms I know that tell their kids, "Use your words." I wonder if it works with puppies.
On the order of being a little shit, she seems to be on a mission: Chew and Destroy. Every thing I own is now on the table, in a drawer, on my bed, thrown into the laundry room or stuffed into the hamper. Next, I'll need to levitate my furniture. On the up-side, my house is so TIDY! In order to keep sane, I'll need to adopt a more positive way of thinking. Upon seeing the shredded, unrecognizable item and thinking to myself, "I am going to kill that little shit!", I need to say to myself, "I didn't need that lap top charger anyway", or "Who needs three remote controls? I'll get exercise getting up and changing the channel."
Grr.
So, a name came to me that seems to fit her perfectly. I think it's quite cute and she seems to respond to it. Some are not too fond of it, telling me it's gross or just plain dumb (thanks for the constructive criticism, 'C'). In my opinion, it may be the cutest version of the word Shit ever muttered.

Dookie! It just rolls off the tongue, doesn't it?

Let me leave you with this little snippet I received in an email today. I think it's a sign.

"The Most Functional English Word"

Shit may just be the most functional word in the English language.

You can smoke shit, buy shit, sell shit, lose shit, find shit, forget shit,
and tell others to eat shit.

Some people know their shit,
while others can't tell the difference between shit and shineola.

There are lucky shits, dumb shits, and crazy shits.
There is bull shit, horse shit, and chicken shit.
You can throw shit, sling shit, catch shit, shoot the shit, or duck when the shit hits the fan.

You can give a shit or serve 'Shit on a Shingle'.
You can find yourself in deep shit or be happier than a pig in shit.

Some days are colder than shit, some days are hotter than shit.
Some days are just plain shitty.
Some music sounds like shit, things can look like shit, and there are times when you feel like shit.

You can have too much shit, not enough shit, the right shit, the wrong shit or a lot of weird shit.

You can carry shit, have a mountain of shit, or find yourself up shit creek without a paddle.
Sometimes everything you touch turns to shit.
Other times, you fall in a bucket of shit and come out smelling like a rose.

When you stop to consider all the facts, it's the basic building block of the English language.
And remember, once you know your shit, you don't need to know anything else.
You could pass this along if you give a shit or not do so if you don't give a shit.
Well, Shit.
It's time for me to go.
I just wanted you to know that I do give a shit and I hope you have a great day, without a bunch of shit.
But, if you happen to catch a load of shit from some shit-head, just remember...
Shit Happens.

~Author Unknown

Thanks for that one, 'Stevens-with-a-V'.


Currently scrubbing the kitchen floor while watching South Park and listening to Green Day!

New Addition

New Addition, originally uploaded by scoobers1.

So, here she is!

My new addition was found wandering down a busy road here in Tempe by my friend 'KB' and her husband. She had no collar or tags and after no one in the immediate area claimed her they took her back home to get her watered, fed and checked out. Aside from being dehydrated and scabbed over, from what looks to be a cat-attack, she appears to be a healthy, bouncy, little pup!

There is some debate over what kind of mix she may be but the consensus is that she is a lab mix. I did a search of the "Lost Dog" sites and have not found anything. To be honest, I want to stop looking because I feel that she belongs with me. Had I picked a dog at the Humane Society, I would have chosen a female lab/mix. She is perfect. Affectionate and so much fun. I love her already.

I have to admit I have guilt knowing that Scoobie passed away only two weeks ago and when I look at the pup I feel sad thinking about how much I miss her. Scoobie will only ever be Scoobie and I could not have loved her any more. Instead of thinking of the puppy as a replacement, I have to think she came along at this time for a reason.

I will take her in, like I did Scoobs, give her love and care for her in return and as a thanks to her for filling an empty space.

Everything For a Reason

I believe this to be true but I am too tired, after just getting off of work, to explain.
Surprises! I am so excited and happy! I need to prepare. There is so much to do.
Can't wait, can't wait, can't wait!!!

How am I ever going to be able to sleep NOW?

Photos and much more to come... stay tuned.