Dogs, Parrots and Sugar lump...the love of my life

Her full name is Sugar Loo DeBolt Burr. (Sammy adopted her when we got married : >) I joke with Sammy that if someone came in and said they were either going to shoot Sugar or shoot him that I would opt that he get shot...he has a much better chance of living than Sugar would. Hopefully they only shoot him in the arm or something. But he knows I love that dog. I sing about her, to her, for her. You know the song "lolly pop, lolly pop oh lolly lolly pop", well, I sing "Sugar lump, Sugar lump, oh Sugar Sugar lump." (I have songs for each of my dogs) I got Sugar as a present for myself for my 19th bday in 2000. I saw her on my weekend shift at the humane society and had to have her. Cutest little 3lbs I ever saw, and the best $65

 I spent as a poor college student. Well, she has lost some weight, her eyes have gotten a little cloudy, she has an old lady wart on her forehead...signs of aging. She wasn't acting herself the last few days so I took her in. His words were she looks great for being a geriatric dog. She still has great sight, her weight is good, heart sounds great and no issues. Maybe the kids fed her something that didn't agree with her. That is all great news...except I don't want to think of her as geriatric. That means old. Like nursing home and nearing the end of the tunnel. I got Sugar at an important time of my life. I was making some really important decisions about myself and who I wanted to be. Sugar went everywhere with me. I mean everywhere. When Sammy and I started dating, he knew Sugar was part of the package. She was a part of ou

r wedding rehersal (would have been in the wedding, but he drew the line there.) She sleeps with me every night and knows just when I need a kiss. I love all of my dogs, but Sugar is special. I can't imagine being without her. It makes me wonder when God made dogs and parrots, why do the parrots get to live for 90 years and dogs only 15 or so?

 I know when she is gone I will lock myself in the closet and cry for several days. Sammy threatens to buy a new puppy right away but that won't help. I hope she lives for a good 5-7 years more. I will get her a doggie wheelchair for her bad knees if need be...and a ramp for the bed. For now she runs fast from the kids, jumps fine on my high bed when its time to cuddle and still likes to play from time to time. Oh how I love my Sugar lump!

Stuck in an elevator

This afternoon as we were leaving the stadium, we were stuck in an overfilled elevator. I am not fond of elevators as is, mainly because I have been stuck in them several times throughout my life. One time was like 2 hours. Plus I have the reoccurring dream of being in a falling elevator. So today we got packed in like sardines and started to go up, then started to fall down but the emergency brakes jerked us to a stop right away. To make matters worse, we were in the elevator with the Lions' family members! Think, 30 big, hot, sweaty people stuffed in an elevator and stuck for 20 minutes. It was the appropriate ending to the game.
On a completely different note, I haven't been on in a while. Madi started walking about 3 months ago and I feel like I spend all of my time making sure she isn't into stuff she shouldn't be. The kid finds everything she shouldn't! She is really good about bringing me stuff but for pete's sake...  I told my Meemaw I only have time to do one "extra" thing a night when I get home from work. So pay my bills, balance her checkbook, help Sammy, take Shep to swim lessons...but only one thing. I sometimes feel like I am stuck in an elevator of life! After working 8-9 hour days 5 days a week then coming home and tending to the duties that call- laundry, dishes, wiping bottoms and diaper changing- I give up...I have definitely compromised on my personal level of expectations for household cleanliness (Martha would be disappointed) and now Madi just woke up screaming so there goes my "one thing" for tonight.