Dancing in the Rain

I remember when we first got Zeke. Seeing the world through his eyes was always exciting. I've never had a puppy so I'm not sure if all puppies react the same way.

The first time it rained the little guy danced around in the rain. It was the kind of rain that dropped in large drops, but in a slow uneven pattern. It would hit him in the behind and he'd twist around. it would hit him in the head and he'd twist the other way. He bounced around as I stood there laughing. Rain doesn't bother him anymore. He just goes out in it as if it is expected.

Naomi is different. Any kind of storm just absolutely frightens her. She knows it by the pressure in the air.

I'd like to view a storm the way Zeke does. Dancing in the rain, curious about what's happening. Not frightened a bit. When we remember whose in charge of the rain we can rest, but sometimes we fret as we run for shelter or search for an umbrella. Life's storms are not always easy but God can give us reason to dance in the rain. To still enjoy the journey he gives. God has given me a good life, a life that reminds me of His goodness and love for me. The blessings he has granted me through Godly friends and family has shown me the "BLESSINGS" he bestows. When God allows a dark rain cloud to enter my life, I know that He still gives me reason to dance in the rain.

Growing Like a Weed

Growing like a weed, and yes I do say this considering there are dead flowers on my back porch. Someone who is reading this is going to notice the dead flowers and probably make some comment to me about them!

I must start this blog with saying my little Naomi will not let me take pictures very often. She is afraid of storms.......(making a connection yet?). Well, she attributes camera=flash=lightening=storms. Now, when I whip out the camera she pretty much turns the other way. I am sure as I continue my blog you will see those pictures. That's why I have to take 'side-view' pictures of the labs.

In the meantime, little Ezekiel is growing like a weed!! He's almost half the size of Nay and he's just 10 weeks! Of course, Naomi is a petite girl. She can eat anything she want and she doesn't gain weight. The kind of girl you love to hate!

The vet told me Zeke is "SOLID" and will be a big boy. I couldn't decide if "solid" was a polite term for "chubs", but as he grows my worries of Zeke become "chubs" is lessening. (Though he eats his dinner out of the bowl about like my Dyson sucks up chocolate hair off of berber carpet.) Everytime I look at him I think he's grown an inch or two. My father-in-law has fondly nicknamed him "The Bus". Poor Zeke, if he were a girl I am not sure how he'd like those terms: solid and bus. A girl would interpret that as "good personality". A boy, I am guessing, likes to be "bulked up". With Zeke, I guess we'll say he's "bussing up".

Since his full name is Ezekiel Barnabus, I am guessing that's where "the Bus" comes from. I then imagine: Jerome Bettis: Height: 5-11 Weight: 252. I do hope my father-in-law's nickname does not come forth as prophecy!

The pups are sweet and cute no matter their size. Zeke is AKC, and Nay is a rescue lab mix (fluffy tail gives her away). It doesn't matter to me their packaging, I love them the way the are.

God has made us all in unique packages. I imagine when he looks at us he loves us in whatever state we are, inspite of our package, or downfalls, or our failures. I am so grateful God loves me inspite of me!

I love Zeke even when he's having trouble making it to the door to announce he has to potty.

It's good God has patience with me when I fail!

Trip to the Vet

I guess I own a "climber". We went to his first Vet visit yesterday. ALL OVER my lap! The guy would not leave me alone driving down the road. I was thinking if he kept up the doctors would be coming to us instead of us going to them!

So I had to find a distraction. I keep a box of Milk Bones in the glove compartment for Naomi. I pulled it out and there were still some treats left at the bottom of the box. He and I were both entertained by the box. Poor guy got so stuck in it from trying to reach those treats! I be he'll like vet visits all the time if I give him the box of milk bones to play with!

Wiggling Through Tight Places

This weekend Zeke saw Naomi running through the yard and decided he wanted to play too! I guess he forgot about the stairs....he decided to squeeze through the deck posts. It was quite a sight! He got just about all the way through when his little bottom got wedged between two posts. He wiggled and wiggled and wiggled....I had socks on and was trying to decide what I needed to do in those brief 5 seconds! Wet grass, stuck dog....poo in yard...hmmm....I really thought he'd get smart and back out but once he was hanging by his little bottom he had no choice but to force his way through the tight place. SQUEEZE he did!!! I figure if you really want to get to where you want to go, you WILL squeeze your way through!

It really made me think of how I get stuck in tight places sometimes and often I won't try to wiggle my way through but instead, if I were a pup, I'd stay stuck and whine!! I think if I can "do all things through Christ" then maybe I wouldn't stay stuck and whine, but instead I'd wiggle through the tight places!!