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Has this ever happened to you?

Has this ever happened to you?

A series of seemingly random events have occurred in your home. Your brain, filled with a thousand other worries, tries to come up with a reason and ends up with nothing. But somewhere in the back of your mind, you’ve figured it out. You know what you need to do to stop these horrible events from continuing. But you don’t commit to it! Maybe it was too far-fetched. Maybe it was too simple. You let it slip back into the recesses of your mind while you are at school, at work, at the gym, running errands. You come home again and WHAM! It’s happened again! And it all clicks back into place! You could have prevented this new disaster if you’d just believed in the power of your own mind and taken action before now! But it’s too late…


I have lost my favorite wicker laundry hamper!

I’m so sad! And it’s only now, with this final piece of evidence that all the pieces come together. Everything she has destroyed has been right next to the front door and the front window! Other dogs come by and she gets upset and anxious that we aren’t home with her and she destroys whatever is near that wall! She never destroyed the laundry hamper when it was in the bedroom. It’s all to do with that wall and probably what’s on the other side of it. Oh well. It’s only stuff.


Charlie and Erda

Please excuse a mother’s gloating but I really have to introduce you to our newest baby, Erda! She’s a German Shepard mix! Ergo, the German name.


It’s pronounced like “air-da” or [ˈɛr da] for any of you who know IPA (International Phonetic Alphabet). I got it from a character in Richard Wagner’s “The Ring Cycle,” a German opera about Brunhilde (“It ain’t over til the fat lady sings” — the one with the horns and hubcaps — that Brunhilde!) and Sigfried. Anyway, Brunhilde comes into being when her father Wotan, king of the gods, had an affair with Erda (ERDA!) the wise mother earth goddess, to create Brunhilde, the leader of the Valkyrie.

“A ha!” you think! “Valkyrie! A word I recognize!” See? You’re far more cultured than you think! But instead of a helmet with horns or wings, she has a cone! Poor baby girl got her “lady-parts” done! And since we can’t have her licking the stitches, she got a cone whenever we couldn’t be around to watch her.


But we do have another dog, Charles Barkey, aka Charlie! And while she can’t lick her stitches with the cone on, he could! So we put her in the bathroom while we went to church that first Sunday. Just for a few hours. She’ll be fine for just a few hours


Well she was fine but the bathroom was not!


How can such a tiny little girl make so much mess?! Not to mention the drapes, the valance, the two pairs of blinds, the door jam, the crotch of my pajamas, Hubby’s shoe, and my shoe. We’ve had her for two weeks at this point. *sigh* Oh well. Things are replaceable and she is so happy to be out of the pound with all the toys (hers and Charlie’s) she can murder. Seriously, our living room looks like a stuffed duck massacre.

Charlie and Erda

But our sweet boy, a two-and-a-half year-old Chocolate Lab/Golden Retriever/Chow-chow mix, weighing in at 130 lbs of solid muscle and teeth, absolutely loves her! And between Charlie (who shows affection by burping in your face), Erda (who makes messes and farts likes a boy) and Hubby (who, let’s face it, is a guy), it’s like living in a frat house! Falling asleep in strange positions, finding weird things stuffed into places they shouldn’t be, and messes every time I turn around, it’s really like my own little slice of Frat-House-Heaven.