Monday, March 25, 2013

Home Song

     Does anyone else make up songs for their dogs?  My mother insisted years ago I should be a Kindergarten teacher instead of a computer teacher for this very reason (um.....NO!)
     I'm forever making up songs for Annie and Paul, so with out further ado, the "Peanut Butter Home Song."

     PS, I have no idea where the melody came from, so if you know, please let me know, so I know how many copyright violations I have to deal with.  (Hopefully that sounds less confusing than it looks.)

Tuesday, March 19, 2013

Wear Your Sweaters!

      Presently, the Hubbs, Annie, Paul, and I live in Virginia.  However, it's not were either the Hubbs or I are from.
Monument Valley, AZ.  Where the Hubbs family has lived for over 100 years!
    For anyone who doesn't know, I'm originally from Pittsburgh, PA (aka, PGH).  While I'm not the typical Yinzer and follow the Steelers (I watch/cheer for them, but my mom holds the title of "resident sports nerd" in this area).  My Grandfather follows the Pirates and can quote baseball stats from the 50's, but it's my brother who has bonded with him over the love of the game.  And, as much as I love watching the Pens as an adult, I wasn't raised on them like Kim at YellowBrickHome.
Heaven only knows where my dad was standing when he took this picture.

    No, what makes my heart pound with homesickness for PGH is Mr. Roger's Neighborhood.  Perhaps it's because I'm an elementary school teacher.  Maybe watching Mr. Rogers for 1 to 3 hours a day as a pre schooler living in Philly (where we lived for a few years) was what did it for me.  Either way, I can't help but follow the blog the Fred Roger's Company does.  Even now, as an adult, I turn to quotes from Mr. Rogers when things scare me.

"When I was a boy and I would see scarey things in the news, my mother would say to me, 'Look for the helpers, You will allways find people who are helping.'  To this day, especially in times of 'disaster,' I remember my mother's words and I am always comforted by realizing that there are still so many helpers- so many caring people in this world." -Fred Rogers
     March 20th would have been Mr. Roger's 85th birthday.  In honor of his work, the Fred Roger's Company is asking everyone to wear a sweater and do something neighborly.  While I haven't gotten Annie or Paul their own sweaters yet (I'm still oogling Tiennot Knits Sweaters for 2 in Fred Roger's Red), I'm planning on wearing my softest sweater in hopes you'll join me.  Won't you be our neighbor in blogville?

Sunday, March 10, 2013


      We're getting into our spring schedule.  Which means our schooling is in a sprint to the finish line.  The Hubbs has 5 grad classes and 3 GA classes.  I'm down to 3 weeks of state level testing and yearbook stuff.  Our schedule now is nuts and pretty tight with regards to what we have the pups doing.  Annie and Paul are getting lots of walks on the weekends and short walks twice a day, but that still doesn't leave either of us much time to blog.  So we're on Hiatus until our schedules calm down.

     Keep up with us on our Facebook page in the mean time (look above and to the right of "Home") and we look forward to calmer schedules soon.

Monday, March 4, 2013

Smoke Alarm Noises

Yesterday, our smoke alarm started chirping during the day, and we realized it was time to change the batteries.  The Hubbs swapped them in about 30 seconds.  However, during the chirping, Annie and Paul weren't happy pups.  Both of them left their room and came running to me.  We sat as one big pile of puppy in the back room with lots of pets.  Annie was fine about 5 minutes later and walked off.  Paul shook and slobbered for about half an hour before he was calm.  While he's normally my shadow, this was even closer than shadow including bulldozing his way into a few places he normally doesn't go to follow me.

Friday, March 1, 2013

Training Annie and Paul

     There is 1 time and 1 time only that we're OK with Annie or Paul pulling on the leash.  When I'm by myself walking Annie and Paul, I have to cross a street that is 5 or 6 lanes (depending on where I cross).

     I stand there with either Annie or Paul, and wait for the cars to mostly clear.  Then, I shout, "Cross" and they sprint into the street.  We both run across the street as fast as we can to try to cross before getting hit by a car.