short and sweet

Let me just start off by saying that this little pup pooped all over me within the first fifteen minutes of being ours.  So there’s that.  We had an hour and a half drive home from the farm(ish place) he was living on and I watched him go outside before the gentleman handed him to me forever.  Guess that didn’t matter.  Because within fifteen minutes of being on the road, this little boy took many pieces of a large doody on me.  This is puppy poop.  So it’s wet.  And it’s mushy.  And it’s definitely not the kind of poo you just pick up and be done.  I think that poop will live in the fiber of my clothes forever, which is super disappointing.  He pooped all over my favorite pair of jeans.

This is how life with this baby boy began.

Are we excited for the future?  I can’t say that I am.

I can tell you though, he was very upset about what was happening.  Poor guy tried to hold it in so bad!

Tonight will be Chandler pups third night home and I am so very tired.  I am FAILING at crate training.  The first night he was home, he slept with me on the couch downstairs all night.  He was up every 2 hours to go potty.  This is more often than my human infants woke up to nurse!  Listen, I’m not gonna feel bad about it anymore.  I have four kiddos, they’re ALL awesome sleepers and always have been.  I must’ve had that good milk.  I’m sorry to the mommas who are still being interrupted by their kids every night.  But those days of sleeping children are all gone for me now so.  Don’t be too jealous.  Now I have Chandler.  He’s made it very clear that he only wants to sleep in my lap or on my chest or in my arms.  Currently he’s curled up in a blanket on my lap, snoring away.  It’s very cute.  HE is very cute.

So night one, no crate.  Night two, he was crated from about 11 pm to 2:30 am and then I just couldn’t take it anymore.  I didn’t want to leave him in there crying because I was afraid I wouldn’t know the difference between “potty” crying and “please snuggle me I don’t want to be in here” crying and he would poop and pee all over his crate and it would be al l my fault.  Between 11 and 2:30 I took him out probably 3 times to pee.  2 times were completely unnecessary but what did I know!?  I can’t tell the difference between his cries!  So he’s being spoiled and I’m failing and I’m weak and I’m the worst puppy mom.  Help me Jesus!  Really.  Please Lord help!

Enough with Chandler.  Okay, maybe one more thing.  Chandler was named after my favorite preacher of all time (though I’m really beginning to love the preachers at my church the same way), the one and only, Matt Chandler.  Ha!  You may think it’s ridiculous that I would name my dog after a pastor that I’ve never met and don’t know, but here’s the thing.  Matt Chandler is something like 6’5” and he’s always talking about how tall and gangly he is and how uncoordinated he was in high school.  Well, what better name for my soon to be tall, gangly, uncoordinated Great Dane!?  It really is perfect.  And you know what?  With a name like Chandler, he’ll certainly be anointed by the Lord to preach the Gospel unapologetically to all the dogs in the greater Austin area?  Who doesn’t want to see dogs in heaven!?

NOW, enough with Chandler.

I received my email from the Austin Stone Worship people about the songs I need to have prepared for them.  They’re good songs.  You can listen to them here and here.  But here’s the thing.  They “suggested” keys for me to sing them in.  How strong are these “suggestions.”  Is it like, “hey, here’s an idea of what keys women usually sing these in, but by all means, sing where you’re comfortable.”  Or is it more like, “hey’ we’re only looking for women who fit into this range category so make it work or stay home.”  For my musical peeps, they suggest I sing “You Never Change” in E or D and “Build My Life” in D or C.  I’m a solid Alto.  If we want to be really honest, I’m a tenor.  Ha!  I mean, I can get up there.  But it’s not pretty.  And it’s definitely not gonna get me on anyone’s worship team.  To give my less musical people a visual, here is how it works.  A, B, C, D, E, F, G are some keys.  For one song they suggest I be in the key of E or D and I need to be down at A or B.  And for the other they suggest D or C and I’m comfortable down at, yet again, A or B.  If you look at my little alphabet list there, where I’m comfortable is 2-3 keys below their suggestion.  So, what in the world do I do!?  I’m pretty sure that I also have to have them committed to memory.  No music.  So I can’t be remembering more than one version of each song!  It’ll be crazy!  I’m going to be like Chandler on that first car ride home.  Pooping my pants.  At least I’ll have pants to catch all the poop.

This is going to be insanity.  I promise.

Also, this past Sundays sermon was awesome.  Ya’ll need to watch it here.  So so so good.

I’m out.  Maybe I’ll shower.  Definitely gonna have more coffee.  Hopefully I can shower.

Running on coffee and Jesus y’all.

2 thoughts on “short and sweet

  1. Chrissie says:

    Hey, don’t be so hard yourself! You need to realize that Chandler is an ifant! A 6 week old infant! He needs to be with you now. Cuddle him as much as possible. Dogs are not cats! They need to be with people. Crate training takes awhile, be patient. Don’t let him cry for too long. He’ll get used to it and so will you!

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