Funnies and Things That Make You Go "Hmmmmm"

Sunday Pastor preached the last half of Luke 2 where Mary, Joseph and Jesus went to Jerusalem when Jesus was 12 and how Mary and Joseph lost Jesus after they had started back for home.  They finally found Jesus in the temple teaching the scholars.  Well Pastor wanted to put it into perspective what it was like to be 12 so he told some things that were going on in his life when he was 12 and one was that was the midst of the Chicago Bulls going for their first three championship titles.  Pastor knows I have a shrine to the Bulls - he actually sits next to it when he visits and drools.  Anyway he looks at me and says, "Roni can I get an amen for that (the Bulls)" which of course I shouted out with glee.  Hey we amen the Hawkeyes, and Cyclones at our church - why not Da Bulls :)

I think the rest of the funnies are Butler stories.

Ok - tell me how an older, crippled up dog that his back legs hardly work can lay on the bed and if he is positioned just right when he started to dream and he is running - those same, useless back legs can kick the crap out of my legs so hard it hurts???  He's done this more than once and I'm thinking if those old legs work good enough to kick like that - they should be working good enough for you to walk ok........

I've found a game on my laptop that I am HOOKED on - Christmas Ornament Smash.  It's kind of like Tetrus I think?  And it plays Jingle Bells over and over and over.  The first night I played it - for like two hours - Butler was laying on the bed and finally raised his head to look at me as if to say "Mom, PLEASE STOP THE MUSIC!!!!"  I tried to play the game without the music and it's just not the same - so I make sure I can just hear Jingle Bells and Butler can't.

I'm starting now when I carry Butler downstairs to grab something easy to carry/grasp in my hand that is sitting on top of the book shelf by the stairs.  As I zero in on the book shelf to grab whatever the items is - Butler starts to stick his legs out to make sure I don't bash him into the book shelf.......

And the other day I carried him the other way down the stairs and it really threw him for a loop.  When I first started carrying him down the stairs his face would be toward the wall because most of his weight would be carried by my left arm - but then I hurt my left arm/shoulder so I started carrying him with his face toward the railing with my right arm carrying most of his weight.  So the other day his face was toward the wall and I guess he didn't like that view because he was wiggling and flailing all the way down the stairs - goofball.

Sometimes Butler can get up ok from laying on the bed to jump down to get food or water and sometimes he needs help getting up so he can jump down.  It never fails - the times he needs help getting up - I usually have to get the laptop off my lap and then help him up.  Then I sit back down and put the laptop back on my lap - I should learn.....  Butler gets down and goes to his water bowl for one or two quick licks of water and he's done.  Then he looks at me to help get him back on the bed - so I have to get the laptop back off my lap........

Once-in-a-while I'll buy Butler a doggie treat like a Dentabone or something so I got him a treat at WalMart yesterday.  He just stares at me until I get the package opened and give it to him.  Mike and I used to laugh that no matter what - he could eat one of those in five minutes so I thought - wonder if he still can eat it in five minutes at his age.  The answer:  less than five minutes and it was all gone - no crumbs anywhere.

I've learned to not pet Butler while I'm feeding him food - especially the crust from my toast or sandwich because he thinks my fingers are crust and tries to eat them...............

I've also learned to not feed him very many nuts at a time.  Dad had bought me a big bag of trail mix at WalMart on Thanksgiving - the trail mix with the chocolate pieces.  So I'd get a handful of trail mix, eat the chocolate pieces and raisins and give Butler the handful of nuts.  I did this for like two days in a row - feeding him fairly quickly handful after handful.  Don't do that trust me.  Needless-to-say a couple of days later Butler's poo was of a different consistency that was pretty chunky aka little nut piece sizes.  That was fun to pick up after - not.

And lastly the other morning I got Butler's speedo off the book shelf and sat on the bed, laying the speedo next to me, to wake Butler up - he was really sleeping soundly.  I finally get him woken up, and help him up, and reach for the speedo - it's not there.  Great.  Someone is going to start peeing really quickly now so I take my left hand and press a certain male doggy part up next to his tummy to try to keep him from peeing as I stretch myself to the right, using my right hand to flip bed sheets left and right and up and down looking for the speedo.  No speedo - where in the world did it go????  By then my grip with my left hand is slipping (and getting a little wet) so I let go of Butler and luckily he doesn't pee very much.  I'm trying to figure out where in the world the speedo could have gone and some how my right hand brushes my behind and feels something.  Butler's speedo had velcroed itself to my pajama bottom.

That's my life :)

Butler and his speedo