Meet the Dogs

I recently received a joke from someone that spoke of a wife's love for her husband versus a dog's love for his best friend. I'm not going to try and re-tell it; I would just butcher it. It finished with something on the line of telling the husband to lock his wife and his dog in the trunk of his car, wait 4 hours and then let them out. He would then be able to tell which one loved him more, by the one that would be happy to see him. A dog's love and admiration is everlasting; which is probably why I have four of them. I'd like you meet them...

A. Grips
aka. Grippers, Pippers, Fatty Patty, Yellow Butt, Feather Butt

Grips is my alpha dog. She is the second oldest and The Queen.
She runs her house with a firm paw. Taking a passive approach to her
alpha status. Letting her brothers "think" they are alpha. But let them
step out of line, and she will be first to put them in the place. A true woman.


B. Sprocket
aka. Spicket, Sprocket the Piss Rocket, Sprocket Tucker.

Sprocket is my baby. He is the oldest and often reminisces
about the time when it was only him. There isn't a day that goes by that I can
almost hear him saying to me, "Mom come on lets just get our own place.
Remember how nice it was when it was just me."


C. Pegs
aka. The Bitch, The Devil Reincarnated, Piggy,
Piggy Wiggy, Piggers, Peggy, Little Miss Piggy.

Pegs is the second youngest at 3 years and weighs in at around 50lbs.
She is our spoiled brat, she doesn't hold the nickname The Devil for nothing.
If it wasn't for the fact that she is our hunting dog I am sure
we would have taken her to that famous farm that all bad dogs go to.

D. Drake
aka. Drakers, Snookems and Larry.

Drake is the youngest and the largest. He is our problem child.
Drake is the result of a broken puppy hood. After spending time in a abusive
home and then some time as a stray he ended up at Lab Rescue.
He was supposed to just be a foster dog for us. However, he quickly stole
my husband's heart and everything else since. Including 4lbs of raw
pork loin. While Drake is a fear bitter he is the sweetest dog on the earth.
Just don't show that you afraid of him or anything else for that matter.

LG

How it all started

A yapping dog…1 of 4, but that is okay. I wake to her practically everyday. I get up, once I become more tired of hearing her yap than I am actually tired. She isn't a small dog - but a Labrador retriever that just knows how to mouth off. Stumble into the bathroom then into the kitchen to prepare breakfast for the four furry children. Feed them, and then outside they go. Now what?

I can get back in bed, but I am so unmotivated I can't even do that. I find the couch and a white binder that has been sitting on the coffee table for over 3 weeks now. I flip thru and don't see anything worth any interest. The phone rings I need to check the tidal charts. Low Tide is 10:22 am High Tide will be 5:55 pm, I will have the entire day to myself. Good, I think?

I find my way back to the couch and that white binder. I read The Whole Egg, I know aren't you jealous. Reading The Whole Egg, puts me in a weird "I lost the battle, but the war isn't over" mood. I go back to the computer and email the owner of my company. He has put me in a position at the company where he hopes I will be able to create change. However, The Whole Egg is an artifact from someone before my time that tried to execute the very same change that I am now chasing. Before I let myself feel any despair I first must piece together this piece of history. I feel like a bizarre joke of an archeologist. We start emailing back and forth, ending the conversation with his recommendation to call the 2008 Campaign The Cracked Egg. This is hilarious and sad all at the same time. It has become clear on a Saturday when I shouldn’t be thinking about work, if I am successful it will be anything short of miracle. Miracles are not impossible, are they?