doodle the schnoodle

Shane and i tend to act on whims, probably too often. But, we always have faith that things will work out and if they don't, well, change again. We are not static people by nature and change is something we embrace - not fear.

Four years ago we bought Doodle on a whim. She was the cutest darn thing, plus a schnoodle? With a name like that you always have a story to tell. Doodle the schnoodle. We bought her before the incredible rise in popularity of this mixed mutt breed.

Plus, you know, we (I) ONLY had three kids then. So time was something we (I) had plenty of to deal with the puppy peeing and pooping and, my god, they pee and poo a lot. On the carpet. It took us (me) two whole years to finish training her. Then we got new carpets. Twice.

Because last October when we had FOUR kids we got another puppy, Lucy. Lucy the mini schnauzer who we (I) tried a little harder to train and it was better.

And now? Now we have the cutest little friends to keep us company at night because, you know, we never have anybody else climbing all over us all day.

Except Lucy? She has an eating disorder. An eating disorder in that she eats everything she sees. Dog food, kid food, chicken food, diapers, chicken poo, train tracks, puzzles, shoes, my underwear (worn), rocks, chicken legs. Wait! Chicken legs? Yes! and not the kentucky fried kind. Every now and then a raccoon kills one of our chickens and they don't eat legs. Too chewy. But Lucy? Lucy loves the legs. She loves to leave the legs in our shoes. Just now after a Lucy scnufffle which includes her sniffing and licking around your face i discovered another chicken leg in her bed.

Reason enough to love the dogs.