The many sides of Jessie.

loving and sweet.

playful.

pesky.

I have no explanation for this one. But it cracks me up.

Somebody’s not feeling so good.

You don’t want to know the details… believe me.(it’s not life threatening or anything, just real gross.) Let’s look at those sad pupper eyes and think good thoughts for her.

Poor Huckleberry.

He’s not adjusting well to his new furry sister, at all. He’s been confined to our bedroom for 2 weeks and every time the door opens and he gets a peek at the pup he looks like this…

I wish we could find a way to make him understand that she isn’t going to hurt him. 

Maybe he’s seen her playing with her heart pillow. (yikes)

Big dogs don’t cry.

We gave the J-Dawg her first bath today. I was a little nervous because a big old GSD could cause a big ruckus if she felt like it… but I should have known she was too sweet to cause much trouble.

Make no mistake, she LOATHED it. She stood there with a pained expression and just endured it.

After she got out she shook water all over the house and sulked like a 2 year old. (oh, wait. She IS a two year old.)

I’m so sorry, Jess. Will you look at me?

Jessssiiiieeeeee…. Jess. Jess. I love you. Do you forgive me?

(if hate were people, she’d be China.)

Jessie. The first 48.

What has Princess Furry Britches added to our lives? It’s not unlike bringing a new child into the house.

Extreme amounts of cuteness, affection, anxiety and work. Endless games of FETCH (which is becoming a bad word to me, and not in the Utah Pseudo Swearword kind of way.)

HUMOR! Yesterday morning O summoned me to the bathroom to help him “wipe” but Jessie beat me to it and managed to stick her tongue right up in there before I screamed and then rolled around on the ground laughing. O said it felt like a warm wet wipe. {{{{{{{{dying}}}}}}}}

How’d you like that, girl?

She is the best behaved dog I have ever met, but she has one small flaw. She cannot stand to be left alone (how did mia and  I manage to get a dog with separation anxiety? I mean, really?)

She goes with us almost everywhere. Riding in the car is her favorite. HOWEVER. We do need to be apart every once in awhile ie: picking the kids up from school.

Day 1- I left her loose in the house. I’d be back in 20 minutes- no big, right? Well, when we pulled onto our street she was standing in the middle of the road. PANIC! She had jumped through the window screen in the dining room. Also, she had knocked the trash can over.

Day 2- Plan B. I left her in the boy’s bathroom. It’s pretty gross… how much damage could she do? How about making the toilet paper into confetti, tearing the shower curtain and scratching paint off the wall. Yeah.

Day 3- starting to work on Kennel Training. She seems fairly ok with it so far. We’ll see how it goes.

In spite of it all- we kinda love her.

Owen drew a picture of her.

I love this picture- It seems that this is a mix of a German Shepherd and a Duck.

Mia’s Furry Sister

I’m sitting here at the keyboard and shaking my head. What just happened? I think we added a new member to the family, that’s what happened.

It all started with a kindergarten field trip to the animal shelter. It took me off guard emotionally and I cried in front of all of the other parents. (those sad dog eyes looking at me from the kennels…) Afterward I called my mom and gave her the shelter report. She told me about an ad she’d found on KSL- for the world’s most perfect dog for Mia.

The next thing I knew I was calling the owner for a little more information, having a quick discussion with Mitch and then sitting Mia down to tell her the good news. Her dream was coming true. She got teary. I cried like a baby. I don’t know what got into me today- the emotions were OUT OF CONTROL.

Allow me to introduce the beautiful Miss Jessie Nelson.

Jessie is a 2 year old German Shepherd. She’s spayed, microchipped and in perfect health. She’s fully house trained, sits, stays, shakes…. The family had a 3 year old daughter who played with her all the time. Perfect, No?

The family is moving to Spain and couldn’t keep her. I truly believe she was meant to come live with us. (random fact: my very first puppy as a child was named Jesse)

Only one family member disagrees.

(classic scaredy cat pose) He’ll get over it ;)

She toured the house (doesn’t she look so pretty in the living room?)

( Jessie trying to get to Foxy- who has been hiding INSIDE the box spring since the scary dog arrived. She, too, is going to have to get used to it.)

We took her out on a walk to check out the neighborhood.

(mitch is head over heels for another female. What is happening to my life?)

As Mia and Mitch were walking along she looked at him and said “You’re Wonderful.” Getting Jessie has made her so happy already and that’s the best part of all.