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Thursday, May 04, 2006

New Contest

Well, May's contest is up and it sparked quite a conversation in yesterday's comments. Those of you who follow my blog have got to love Barb. She's one of our regulars and she totally cracks me up. When I mentioned the next contests were going to ask you to guess the names of my dogs, her creative wheels immediately started turning.

In true Rumplestiltskin fashion, these were some of the ones she came up with:

Sonny & Cher
George & Gracie
Nick & Jessica
Fred & Ginger
Bill & Gloria
Samson &amp; Delilah
Ruth & Boaz
Trigger & Trixie
Simon & Schuster

And those were just a few. (See yesterday's comments for the unabridged version.) I so wish I'd had her suggestions before submitting my boring ones to the web designer. But alas, I didn't.

So, today I'll tell you a little bit about my babies (the four-legged ones, anyway). The kids (the two-legged ones) were begging for a dog and I did not want a puppy (aka. destroyers, pee-ers, diggers, biters, barkers, etc.). The only way I would acquiese was if the dog was at least a year old and had already been trained and I knew it had a sweet disposition.

I figured this would be the end of the discussion. I mean, if somebody had a dog like that, why would they give it up? I'll tell you why. Because they are a dog trainer and own 14 dogs and would love for you to take one off their hands for a handsome fee.

And that's just what happened. The red dog in the picture (we'll call her Ginger) was as sweet as they come, walked calmly on a leash, came when she was called, fetched like nobody's business and was (supposedly) potty trained. The Lord had answered my prayers (I'd been praying for a dog) as opposed to the answering the kids' prayers (they'd been praying for a puppy.)

When I went to pick Ginger up and take her home with me, the trainer said, "Oh, by the way she's been exposed."

Exposed? I thought. Dogs don't get chicken pox. I simply shrugged and went on my merry way with my sweet, calm wonderful dog ... who six weeks later bore five puppies. In my breakfast room. At five in the morning.

The Lord had answered the kids' prayers, too.

Tomorrow ... pictures of the puppies. Today ... enter the contest, because you now have the option of winning an autographed copy of Bride OR The Measure of a Lady! (I'll announce the winners of the last two contests next week. I know ... I'm alittle behind. Story of my life!)

posted by Deeanne at 12:14 PM

5 Comments:

Barb said...: The Lord works in mysterious ways, keeping parents every-humble! Aardvark??? I can't believe ANYone would name a dog Aardvark. No way.
Deeanne said...: Ah, now, Barb. Just what if that is his name and we call him Ardie for short? What if one of my *children* thought of that name? ;-)

All will be revealed at the beginning of next month.
Barb said...: Oops. Didn't mean to insult the children. Sor-ry kids! Speaking of "ever-humble," I spelled that wrong, sigh...
Susan said...: Yes... we love Barb. Thought the suggestions were great.

Also, we (hubby, me, and our kids) sure could use everyone's prayers regarding a recent diagnosis with one of our dogs. You can read about it on our blog. Our dog is in need of your prayers too!

Blessings!
Barb said...: Actually, I think Barb drinks....
Doggie problems are almost as hard as kid problems--boo hoo! We'll remember you!