I know! I know! This is supposed to be a card blog where I speak of all things Stampin’ Up! However, I know that I am not alone in that there are many of you who are just like me, and adore your furbabies! It is a special day for the Schachs because the Twins turn one year old today!
They are such a part of my life, as well as Kim the Husband’s and Brady the Boy’s, that I would be remiss if I did not celebrate their birthday with you. As I look back on the last year, I wonder how I survived raising not just one, but two, bouncing Boxer babies. Was I crazy? Well, maybe it was just a moment of temporary insanity. Indeed, what was I thinking when I agreed to have the breeder deliver “What Were You Thinking” (Brody) the day after she brought Muffy to live with us?
Yet I survived double the housebreaking woes, double the vet bills, buying double the food and double the toys, and paying for double the show expenses…in exchange for quadruple the unconditional love.
The Twins fill my days, now that I am retired. They are my constant companions…my adoring fans…who never care if I have any make-up on or if my closet still contains the same clothes it contained five years ago. They do not care if the bed is unmade or the dishes unwashed. They do not judge me, but love me regardless. Like Missy the Boxer before them, they are now content to lay at my feet as I create.
They are the stuff of which childhood dreams, now the dreams of an old woman, are made. And even though they may never be the champions of which I have always dreamed of owning, they are champions in their own right.
From them, I have learned many lessons.
That not only should you take time to stop and smell the flowers…
it is OK to eat them, too…
and laugh about it afterwards!
I have learned that if you bury your head in the bushes…
you will come out covered with cobwebs…
and you will sneeze!
And that even though the judge may complain that your legs are not straight…you still have four perfectly good feet on which to run and jump and play.
That even though your head may not be perfect, your eyes can still see…
your ears can still hear…
and your nose can still sniff.
That although your chest may be too thin…your big butt is still capable of greeting all those you spy with the wiggles and jiggles like only a Boxer can do.
You are still the Queen of your yard…
and the King of all you survey.
Here’s to many more fun-filled years, Cimarron’s Do You Know the Muffin Man and Cimarron’s What Were You Thinking! Until next time…
