Wednesday, June 13, 2007
its not quite the westminster dog show
Last week I continued on my "freedom from clutter" quest. I decided to tackle the two youngest boys room. I spent the better part of the day cleaning, purging, and organizing. By the end of the day we had quite a give away pile for anyone who felt they really needed a little more junk.

I asked the boys if they wanted to keep all of their trophies and participation medals. Between the two of them they had dozens, some meaningful and others that they really had no idea what they got it for. Some of those were put in the giveaway pile....where Paige retrieved one....and decided it was a treasure she must keep.

Yesterday she was playing with the medal, putting it around her neck and then placing it on her dolls. It was very cute and it entertained her for quite a while.

Later in the day she is outside playing with her best friend, our dog, Sydney. Suddenly I see Sydney running around very excited...with the medal in her mouth. Paige had placed the medal around her neck and the dog had placed the hanging medal in her mouth. Tyler quickly ran out to rescue the dog, which we soon realized felt no need to be rescued. She would not let us anywhere near her. She liked that medal around her neck and had no intention of letting us take it off of her. She is usually pretty obedient, especially when you get mad, but not today.

She ran around head held high, tail in the air, like a prancing poodle. You would have thought she were competing for dog of the year.



Finally we tackled her, removed the medal, and returned it to a safe place.

The dog went and laid under the slide to sulk.

The kids gave her a much needed bath today to cheer her up.

That seemed to do the trick. She promptly ran into the house, picked up the remote from off the floor (isn't that where everyone keeps it?)and jumped onto the coach to watch a little TV.

What, you may ask, is her favorite TV show? Why Animal Planet, of course.

I really have no idea how to express to you all how thankful I am that my living room coach now smells like wet dog. Really...I am. Words cannot begin to express my thankfulness.

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At 5:43 AM, Blogger Heidi @ GGIP said...

We often keep the remote tucked into the back of the sofa--you know--under the cushions.

Great post! I love the way you tell a story!

 
At 11:51 AM, Blogger Corrie said...

That is so funny! What a beautiful dog!

 
At 12:21 PM, Blogger Qtpies7 said...

LOL Thats awesome! Our dog has no manners, therefor we can't do much interacting with him. He likes to pin the little kids to the ground, and he even drags me down to my knees if I try to get him on a leash.

 

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