The Circle Of Life

Joel and I have come full circle. Babies came along shortly after we were married. We were consumed with talking about baby food intake...what food, how much, if they liked it. More importantly...we discussed poop. That's right. Poop. How much, the color, how what the boys ate affected the color and consistency. Okay...in fairness to myself, Joel was the one obsessed by poop and its color. Now it's happening again. We find ourselves talking about how much Katie ate today, what type of food it was, how much she ate and if she seemed to like it. And, of course, that means we have to talk about if she poops, how often and where...not to mention the color and consistency. Yes, this is what we've been reduced to. No wonder Katie, after only two weeks with us, thinks she's the QOE (Queen Of Everything).

Of course, a discussion about our new child wouldn't be complete if we didn't brag on how smart she is. When eating outside with her bowl on the concrete patio pad, she gets frustrated that the bowl doesn't sit still as she pushes her nose to the corners of the bowl. So, she picks the bowl up with her mouth and carries it to the grass or dirt so it will stay still. How's that for critical thinking skills.

K-K-K-K-Katie

Katie is the newest addition to our family. We picked her up at S.C.R.A.P.S., (Spokane County Regional Animal Protection Service). We stopped in Friday afternoon to "just take a look" and become familiar with the place and the adoption process. Unfortunately, we were gently "ambushed" by a volunteer who told us she had a favorite "just down here". We must have had "suckers" written all over our faces. The next thing we knew we had this dog on a leash and were taking this sweetie for a walk outside. I'm sure the volunteer used some sort of stun gun, hypnotism, weak will making type of dohickey on us to weaken our resolve and make us instantly love the dog. We did have the strength of will to say we wanted to think about it over night. However, by the time S.C.R.A.P.S. opened the next day, I was nervously pacing the house trying to get Joel out the door so we could be there as soon as the door opened. I just knew someone else was going to get OUR dog. Sure enough, when we got there, we saw about 20 cars in the parking lot and families of people lined up at the door! You would have thought it was a 50% off sale at Macy's. I had my elbows sharpened, however, and my running tennis shoes laced up and ready to go. Not to worry, though. The dog was still there and we were able to take her home. She's 2 1/2, listed as a laborador but she's smaller than a lab. She has a reddish coat. Her name was Coco but we've renamed her Katie, as in Katherine Hepburn, due to the redness of her coat. She's a well behaved doggie and loves to be scratched behind the ears. She doesn't bark or chew. It said she was taken to the shelter because she chased the neighbor's chickens. We think she was framed. Guess we'll find out when the quails come around.