The Whole Dog Gone Story

Okay so, I want to write this down just so that I don't forget, and I know some of you are curious.

So really this is just one big, "Chalk that up the the crazy pregnant lady" story.


It had been a really crappy week for me, pregnancy and I don't get along very well, no I don't get sick (lucky, I know), I just get CRABBY and fat! But really that only happens when I am pregnant with a girl, except the fat part, that happens every time.


I am EXTREMELY busy, (organize my preschool in 2 months, renovate the facility, advertise to get students, get all the supplies I need for next year, negotiate contracts, type ALL my curriculum in some sort of easy to follow format, train employees, file tax stuff for business and employees, try not to feel like a MAJOR slacker in my calling as assistant camp director and do something, design logo, get total count of shirts and sizes, order shirts, go to the meetings, do something in my calling as 1st councilor in YW, year supply of birthday cards and treats, be at every activity every Wed, plan some of them, bring treats, be supportive on Sun, actually take time to prepare the lessons I teach, presidency meetings, food drives, visiting teaching (F+ grade in that subject at the moment), be supportive of Bishopric hubby, get kids ready every Sunday by myself, wrestle them in sacrament every Sunday by myself, run kids to swimming, baseball, cub scouts, theater, dance, parties, the park, find opportunities to create memories, catch up on my scrap booking (2 years behind), visit with family, plan and throw kids birthday parties, get ready for baby number 5, try to get some sleep because I am pregnant and SO tired, plan vacations, keep my house clean(yeah right), try not to cuss out loud, keep the garden watered and weeded, water the lawn, DO THE LAUNDRY, clean the bathrooms, fix breakfast, fix lunch, fix dinner, make sure the cats and dogs have food and water, go grocery shopping, mop the floor (which is my entire house), balance the check book, pay the bills, wonder where the heck we are going to get more money to pay the bills, figure out how to sell the dumb door, take kids to the doctor, go to my doctor, wake up stickin' early to go work out for 1 1/2 hours and loose NOTHING, try to do date nights, help hubby where ever I can on the 701 projects we have at our house, shower and do my hair every day, put on some make up, read my scriptures, pray and try to be nice, and try not to kill the dog). This entire list was for my own validation, sorry, and truly I am not complaining, I wouldn't want to take one thing off the list, okay, maybe a couple, but you might be surprised the ones I would X.


I like to feel like I can handle it all, and I can, but sometimes I just don't want to anymore or I don't always handle it with as much finesse as I would like.


It has never been a secret that I do not like Chance. He is a big hairy, slobbery, muddy, giant, knock my kids down, trash my house, eat EVERYTHING, tear up the yard, pain in the rear!

However, we have been dealing with him for 2 1/2 years now, he has begun to feel like a part of us. He was OUR pain in the rear, not some other Joe.

Yes, I had a bad day, Yes I have ALWAYS wanted him gone, Yes my hubby FINALLY did what I was wishing he would have done 2 yrs. 5 months ago (he snuck the dogs away while I wasn't home and turned them into the pound).

But my kids cried, I actually cried, for a week. The comparison is really bad, but it sort of felt like I had given one of my kids away just because he got mud on the floor (I told you . . . crazy prego lady). I told Terry I was going to get him back, he called me a masochist . . . I saw Chance's mug shot on line at the pound, I felt terrible. On the drive to get him I actually turned the car around 3 times, but crazy prego lady and now . . .


CHANCE IS BACK . . . THE END, wheeewph

P.S. We tried to get Cherry back too, but she was adopted the same day Terry turned her in. (Good for her. . . and good for me :)