Seven years of bad luck?

I've decided I wanted to start blogging and as anyone who has one or a few dogs can attest, there is much to say about life with dogs. My husband and I have two beauties: Heidi, a two and a half year old newf mix who is full of beans and loves to cuddle and Reese, a small lab mix who has the most killer puppy face (even at the age of almost 2) along with the softest velvety ears.

I love having dogs. I never really had the chance to have pets growing up (my parents rented) and so I played it off like I didn't like animals...but I think the number of people in the world who truly don't like animals are few and far between. Anyway, so in May of 2007, we adopted Heidi and life completely changed...

Dogs are a lot of work!

There are the walks (of which we do 4-5 per day), feeding, grooming, cuddling, training, and the cleaning up after of course...and I don't just mean in the poop and scoop manner...I mean the dog fur tumbleweeds that accumulate within a day of sweeping, the water and food splatters around the food bowls, the black smudges on walls, baseboards, and even the fridge (the FRIDGE??!!) and the random gifts of clean up like the one yesterday...

I was in the shower, my husband had gone to the store, when I heard this giant crash (multiple crashes actually I think) and I was imagining the 42-inch TV crashing to the floor, or the PS3 in pieces scattered on the hardwood...and I was thinking "Oh crap, Jamey is gonna be PISSED!" (Let's just say my husband enjoys techie gadgets...) I get out of the shower, glance into the living room expecting the worst, only to find everything as I left it. Hm. Strange. I know I didn't imagine the crashing sound...I'm not on drugs...I peer cautiously into the bedroom with the glimmer of hope that they just knocked over the pedestal fan...and YIKES! Saw the damage...my beautiful antique mirror was lying on the floor with the glass shattered into a million bits. I guess it could have been worse! Glass can be replaced and no one got hurt, except that my husband got a few tiny shards of glass in his feet before I suggested we put on our shoes before we clean it up!!

So, knowing that our dogs now have 7 years of bad luck (if you're superstitious) I figured I will have LOTS to write about for quite a while.

So strap on your seatbelts and get ready for some dogtastic stories!