before I forget.....

Happy 1st Birthday Moe!


Moe's Birthday cupcake!

First off let me say.....those of you who REALLY know me will understand why it took me 2 months to blog about the celebration of my puppys 1 year anniversary as a Schmidt. Those of you who don't. Spend a day with me at my house with the dog and you will quickly see the love/hate relationship I have with him.

Now don't think I'm some evil person, even though I truly have my days. I'm just not an ANIMAL person. I think its in my blood, passed down thru generations. For as large as my extended family is...not many of us even HAVE pets! Nor does anyone feel like their life is incomplete without one. So that means your probably wondering why I even got a pet in the first place (trust me, so do I!) Well I guess I have to say my answer is this. I want to stop the cycle. Man that sounds like were some alcoholic, obusive, wackadoo family. Well, cut out the obusive part and the statement could be a bit more accurate!

Anyhoo, I'm getting honest....I had a tremendous FEAR of dogs as a child. Let me put it to you this way. When I was in kindergarten I got my first dog. I named her Kelsey. She was a cute and innocent little black and white mut of a puppy. She was an outside dog...never allowed in the house. Now imagine this......it was before my parents had an attached garage. I begged, pleaded and cried for my parents to carry me whenever I was outside. Literally everytime I was outside I either needed to be held or they had to lock up the dog in the garage. Jami and Kelsey were like oil and vinegar! We never mixed. To help you understand the seriousness of being held. Once I was in my dads arms (and remember I was almost 6) I would climb his body like a spider monkey so that so she couldn't even reach my shoes.....thats how scared I was...well..and how short my dad was. But whatever, you work with what you got! ha!

I used to ride home from school on the bus. It was my moms duty every afternoon to hold the dog while I walked from the bus to the house. That way I wouldn't look like a fool to all of my friends....God knows I couldn't show my face once the word was out that I was a crazy who was dealthy afraid of her little puppy! Well.....mom was vaccuming, bus came early, and then it happened. I got off the bus to be surprised by my little excited and "ferocious" (don't forget that part) puppy kelsey. She started to jump all over me with love and joy because her little friend (aka me) was home from school. My angle.....the ferocious beast of a dog started to attack me as I stepped off of the bus. So I took my little strawberry shortcake backpack and beat the dog as hard and as many times as I could. Screaming with all my might trying desperatly to save my life that was quickly flashing before my eyes....then to my rescue was my mother. But I'm pretty sure at the time I yelled at her for slacking on her doggie patrol duties and probably did a good job of making her feel like dirt....yeah....that sounds more like me! So to make the story short....well first off.... I LIVED! Praise Jesus! But then the next day the busdriver pulled me aside and asked what had happened. He felt terrible that some strange dog was attacking me, he almost turned the bus around to help, until he saw my mother....but then I HAD to fess up and say, "no sir, that was my dog" HOW PATHETIC!!! I hope your atleast getting a good laugh out of this!

Okay....so back to stopping the cycle. My son LOVES his dog...hopefully baby girl will too. Me on the other hand will always think he stinks, licks too much and barks too often. And truthfully this is all so that I don't have to get too close! :) No...I'm not scared of him....but I just can't explain it! But for now I will still continue to spoil him with material things like holistic food, specialty toys, trips to the doggie spa and birthday parties. And this is just me trying to overcompensate for not being a loving enough mother! I only have so much I can give.......

So to another year of Moe! Just be thankful you aren't Kelsey!