Thursday, August 30, 2007
They don't always play fight. Sometimes, they've united together for mischief against their masters. Carly has climbed up the pantry shelves in the laundry room and knocked down her treats to the floor, and shares them with her buddy, Ginger. Or Carly will open doors--a skill that Ginger doesn't yet possess--to gain access to territories forbidden to the LeBlanc pets. Ginger has the weight advantage useful to knock over the trash cans to make them accessible to Carly, her cohort in crime.
We've don't have just pets. We've got pirates aboard.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
The trouble is that I wonder how much others had noticed this pride in me before I did--I cringe. More pride hurt about being found out that I am proud. The Emperor is naked. My blindspot is not obvious to me, but perhaps it has been to others.
God is gracious, and He is generous with it. That's good because I really need it. Will it prevent me from being proud again? Probably not. But it makes me hate it.
"He will again have compassion on us, He will tread our iniquities underfoot. Yes, Thou wilt cast all their sins to the depths of the sea." Micah 7:19
"Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in Thy sight, O LORD, my rock and my Redeemer." Psalm 19:14
"Search me, O God, and know my heart; test me and know my anxious thoughts. See if there is any offensive way in me, and lead me in the way everlasting." Psalm 139:23-24
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Saturday, August 25, 2007
Tuesday, August 21, 2007
They like to chew.
I knew that puppies need to chew, but I didn't expect that Carly had to. I think she just joins in with Ginger. Ginger takes one shoe, Carly takes the other. I can't leave them alone for a minute.
The daily schedule is the same everyday for them: take a walk, eat breakfast, chase each other, chew something, play fetch, chase each other, naptime, take a walk, chase each other, chew something, play fetch, naptime...
My schedule is: walk the dog, pull a muscle in my back while preventing cat from following us out the door, feed the animals--dog dish on the floor, cat dish on top of clothes washer to make sure her food doesn't get stolen--make sure animals don't knock things down while chasing each other, pick up what they knock over while trying not to hurt my back too much more, take shoes away from animals and replace them with the chew toys they can chew on while back is breaking, throw ball, throw ball, throw ball...collapse while they nap...call doctor about back strain...
Good thing they are soo cute...
Pictures will be posted as soon as my back heals.
Friday, August 17, 2007
Dennis and I have put off getting another dog for almost a year. We kept thinking of all the work, housebreaking, obedience, chewing, etc... but Ginger has been already housebroken, already comes to her name and sits. After only two and a half days. So smart and responsive. She follows me around the house, and Carmelita (Carly for short) follows her. It's like a parade everytime I go up and down the stairs. Outside, Ginger doesn't need a leash. She would prefer the pleasure of our company above all else. We didn't know this when we got her. It was kinda like a leap of faith.
It may seem like a weird thing to do, but we prayed about this pet thing. We asked for a dog that would like our cat, be calm and even tempered and not become an idol to us. On the way to visit the litter, I told Dennis that I didn't want to get the first dog we see. But in the back of my mind, I was fearful of giving up my freedom. Ginger was the first dog we saw. We played with her for half an hour. I was impressed by the gentle teenager, Mike, who raised her and her littermates--his dad was at work, so he met us at their home and answered all our moronic questions with kindness and patience. Seeing him firmly and wisely deal with the dogs told me everything I needed to know. I decided that was it. It was okay. I will probably be the one housebreaking her, training her and walking her, but I'm all right with that.
And now, I have no regrets at all. If Carly could talk, I'm sure she would agree.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
"A great part of God's glory is his happiness. It was inconceivable
to the apostle Paul that God could be denied infinite joy and still be
all-glorious. To be infinitely glorious was to be infinitely happy."
Sunday, August 12, 2007
"I will heal their waywardness and love them freely, for my anger has turned away from them. I will be like the dew to Israel; he will blossom like a lily. Like a cedar of Lebanon he will send down his roots, his young shoots will grow. His splendor will be like an olive tree, his fragrance like a cedar of Lebanon. Men will dwell again in his shade. He will flourish like the grain. He will blossom like a vine,
and his fame will be like the wine from Lebanon."
Saturday, August 11, 2007
I was hoping that not all cats are alike. Our former cat, although she was aggressive towards strangers, was deeply attached to us. I missed the bonding with her but not her attacking our friends. I trusted Nikki's word and expertise with animals that her stray had a sweet disposition. Nikki grooms pets as a side business and has two grown cats and a Golden Retriever living with her in her one bedroom apartment. Nikki said that the kitten loved to be with the dog but hated the other cats. This sounded good to me, since Dennis and I want to get a puppy soon and have been concerned about having the same problem before with Buttercup and Misty.
When I went to Nikki's to pick the kitten up, I didn't expect to see such a beauty. The little beast is four months old with a regal bearing. Her silky smooth coat is black with tortoise shell coloring with tan and gold, and a patch of caramel on her chest; her eyes are golden. I fell in love with her and took her on the longest car trip of her life to our home.
When I put the carrier down on the floor of our family room, the kitten eagerly got herself out without me helping. She took a look around and followed me as I showed her her litterbox and food dishes. She followed me to the couch and laid next to me in a deep contented purr. She claimed me and the entire environment as her own.
I tested how she would react to strangers when Dennis came home. We were in the bedroom with the door shut when we heard Dennis walk into the house. She sat up, ears alert and watched the bedroom door from the bed. When Den opened it, she flung herself to the floor and immediately started to rub his legs and purr. She did not flee, and did not attack. When she played with us, she kept her claws in, which is significant in feline manners.
Her name is Carmelita, cat of humble origin but queenly and benevolent countenance and gentle friendly manner. I find her an astute and affectionate companion who follows me from room to room, curiously researching everything in our midst with sweet delight, her tail often forming the shape of a question mark and turning it into an exclamation point. Somehow, I quickly won her heart and I am not sure how that happened. But I feel blessed for it.