there are people that look like their dogs. you know that scene in 101 dalmatians, the original cartoon version, when they show the pet owners walking their dogs and they (dogs and humans) have the same features?...yeah, well, we don't. however, our personalities and life experiences strangely resemble that of our dogs'.
i'll start with our oldest, cole. The Love of My Life's friend found cole in some bushes in auburn and he took him in (this is oddly similar to how the two of us met- my roommate found him at mikata and brought him to our apartment one evening. i guess you could say that i took him in). cole is hyper and restless and is happiest after a good long day outside, full of digging, chasing birds and squirrels, and flirting with the ladies of the neighborhood. LOML simply cannot sit still. watching a movie when there is daylight is out of the question. like cole, he has to be doing something, even if it's just playing in the garage. if there isn't a project in the works, LOML is unbearable to be around. i often send him to a friend's house to see if they have any projects. he works in the yard a lot- cole creates his own yard art by digging. LOML loves to hunt, specifically duck hunting. in my book, that is just like chasing birds. and as for the flirting, if it were women other than the little old ladies that live around here, we'd have a slight problem. do you see the resemblance? like father, like son.
on to avery...avery's ideal day is as follows: she enjoys lounging in the sun, burying bones to hide them from her brother, and is quite a perfectionist in her digging skills. she also loves to cuddle. of course, i would love to sun bathe, particularly in the privacy of my own backyard (now that we have a fence). however, i will have to put this off until the weather is more appropriate. about hiding things- for christmas, we presented each dog with their own bone. they proudly carried them in their mouths, not daring to drop them, giving their sibling the edge to steal such a treasure. keep in mind, we were at LOMLs parent's our east- nearly 100 acres of field and wilderness for the dogs to explore. we let them roam for a while and then kennel them to make them rest. the dogs left with their bones and, well, avery came back to the house empty handed (or empty mouthed). after searching the near premises for a while, we deduced that she had buried her bone- to hide it from cole. we never found the thing. what a waste of $5. i can relate to avery's dismay. i confess that i have hidden things in an attempt to keep them from my husband (cabela's catalogs, my candy stash, his duck calls, etc) and then forgotten where i left them. and just as avery can dig a perfect 2'x2' square hole in the ground, i will not rest until every item has its own place in our home. i'm obsessively organized and cannot stand even a pillow askew. i have gotten better about this (sometimes i have to ask God to give me an attitude of thankfulness that i have a wonderful husband and sweet dogs to mess up what i have cleaned up....this will only get worse when kids come into the picture). and finally, the snuggling trait. i guess avery really gets that from her dad because i will snuggle for a time, but when my switch gets flipped, i'm out, ready to sleep. snuggling isn't an option. i'm sure "the switch" will be brought up again. i think my sister is the only one that really understands that part of me.
maybe one day, i'll be able to write how much our human children are like us. but for now, i am content to have 8 muddy feet to clean up after.
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