1.) A Thanksgiving to be remembered...(inspired via Twitter by @knitmyrhino from Crafting With Rhinos)
2.)Describe the most destructive thing your pet has done.
(inspired via Twitter by @alisha41481 from A Day In The Life Of Okie Rednecks)
3.) Describe in 1000 words or less a time when something happened and you knew that life would never be the same.
(inspired via Twitter by @lesleehorner from Waiting For The Click. Entries can also be emailed to Leslee at firstname.lastname@example.org)
4.)Share a diary entry from when you were 13...feel free to make one up!
(inspired via twitter by @EricaVoll from I'm Still Fabulous)
5.)Describe a moment you felt embarrassed by your parents.
(inspired via Twitter by @MamaOtwins1 from 3 Boys + 1 Hubby = What Next?
My choice is number 2.
We had a couple of brothers many, many moons ago. They were Rottweilers. Now, don't go getting your panties in a twist. They were good boys who never, ever posed a threat to my kids. Seriously. Porky (June 17, 1993 - November 1, 2002) was the best dog E*V*E*R! (Ringo, my boy, I promise that you are a very close second!)
Let me tell you, when Rotties are young, they are chewers! They will gnaw on ANYTHING!
For example, I left them in my little hatchback for a few minutes while I went into the grocery store for something.
They ate my stick shift.
Another time? They ate my driver's seat.
They ate our stairs, the heater for their doghouse and our fence.
Their vet told me that they would not go near tabasco sauce. So what did I do? I went and bought me some tabasco. In bulk.
Next, a paint brush.
And then I spent Asia's entire nap time outside painting the damned fence with tabasco sauce.
And you know what?
They LOVED it!
They eventually stopped chewing. And barking. And whining. But J.C. went to another home for a questionable attitude, and my Porky stayed on. Through to the end, that boy was a wonderful friend. He put up with the neglect that a busy family can dump on their pet. The rules that were enforced, like not coming onto the carpet, that kept him away from the family make me want to steal that time back and use it to its fullest. It was Porky, once he was gone, who showed me the errors of my ways. And while I didn't want Ringo, I now shower him with the attention that Porky so deserved.
Rest in peace, my boy. One day, when we meet again, I'll owe you a huge apology and one big-ass doggy bone!