No More Hair

I woke up this morning before the alarm was set to go off. My body was trying to protect me from that annoying cell phone alarm we discussed yesterday. If you’re new here, welcome!  You may want to read Sweeping Dog Hair first.

blogI took the clock radio off the shelf and placed in on my bedside table before bed. It has two alarms, which works well for me! I set the first one for 6:20 am, which would allow the amount of sleep I need. It would buzz, so I set the second one a little later and with music. Neither was needed.

Before God showed us this house, I was praying for a fenced in yard for Gus. We lived on 40 acres at the time, but near a dangerous curve. I watched him get more brave in his ventures of heading down the driveway toward that curve. He’s a dog and being a Blue Heeler, he likes to run!

There were two Great Pyrenees on that country road that always ran out in front of me and started chasing my truck. Never saw the logic in that because I am driving a truck. I didn’t want that life for Gus. He deserved better. God showed us this house we’re in today and the yard is fenced.

Gus is a dog, but he needs boundaries. As I was gazing at my beautiful hardwood floor, covered in dog hair, God reminded me, “I gave you a fence.” Mr. Smith had already reminded me, he’s a dog and he can stay outside some.

Gus ran around outside yesterday and had fun. When he got hot, or missed his people, he would jump on the screen door. This doesn’t work for me, so this habit needed to be stopped. As I was sweeping, I would politely open the door, see him on the other side of the screen, look at him and give him a firm, “No”. This went on for a while, just like disciplining a child, until I opened the door with the broom in hand. Gus doesn’t like the broom, so he chilled out.

Maybe Gus made the connection that I was using the broom to sweep up his hair, and he was next. I don’t know. I was just grateful he got the message his behavior was stealing my joy and it was to be stopped. Gus is a good boy!

I gave Gus everything he needed, but didn’t tolerate what was not needed. He played outside later than normal, which meant he would sleep later too. I got up early, grabbed coffee and went to the porch to sit with God. Sitting in the swing and having quiet time was a beautiful thing. Looking at the floor while typing I see no dog hair. Gus has always quietly napped when he hears me typing. He knows I like quiet, and Gus wants to please. Gus and I work.

 

blackandwhiteBarbara is a writer and loves being a Mom to her 15 year old daughter. It’s a dream come true for her to be a Let It Go Coach and help others enjoy their lives. She hosts Workshops, does one on one Coaching and is working on her first book.  You may connect with her via email. Letitgocoach@gmail.com

 

Paper Towels and Snowmen

When life is perfectly in sync and has been flowing seamlessly for a while…get a puppy. This will make you appreciate all the time you had to keep everything in balance. I woke up this morning and popped a K Cup in the Keurig, and sat down with a steaming cup of Vanilla Biscotti coffee. This is when I start my time with God, before I’m fully awake and my brain starts spinning off the schedule for the day.

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We brought a puppy home yesterday, so this morning I sat the cup of coffee on the chair side table and grabbed him out of his kennel before he pooped. I’ve had a ranch, so poop doesn’t bother me. It’s how it’s arranged and where it’s placed that bothers me. I grab little Augustus, Gus for short, and outside we go.

He is learning that this makes me very happy when he goes outside. He is also getting the hint I’m not so happy when he pees or poops on the carpet in the den. It’s a process and a big learning curve for Gus and me. Being an Australian Cattle Dog, I know he can get this. If his ancestors can herd cattle, Gus can poop outside.

When we purchased this little bundle of joy, my daughter and I went to the store to look at toys. The after Christmas aisle had one Snowman chew toy hanging all alone, so of course, we had to get it. Gus loves his Snowman and chews on it instead of us.

What I learned this morning, as I sat with a puppy curled up in my lap, sipping my still warm coffee is….God is not going to leave me. That is a promise my friend. I may have to alter my schedule a for a little while, but Gus is not going to be a puppy forever. Just like children, they grow up fast, and we tend to their needs a lot like a baby.

Life is short. We are to savor every moment and see the beauty in it. The pee spot he made on the carpet right after coming inside may not look like beauty, but that’s where the paper towels covered in cheerful looking Snowmen will help.