Love does not anger easily

I’m writing this as I listen to my new favorite Pandora station “French Café.” It immediately takes you somewhere else.
I love it- in all its “I can’t understand a damn thing you’re saying” perfection.

It’s perfect background music to find some zen. My social calendar is busy and my weekends are disappearing…work is finally slowing down after a crazy event week but I need to catch up on sleep. I’m trying to focus on gratefulness and the art of just letting it be this week.

In other random news I’m a self-confessed reality TV show obsessee. Guilty!  One of the Real Housewives got married recently and they used the ol’ 1 Corinthians bible verse to describe their love for each other. I find this verse kind of cliché, but it works. It reminds us that love is a whole lotta things to a whole lotta people.

As a dog mom, which is at least mildly close to that of a human mom, whenever I hear the ever-popular bible verse “Love is Kind” I sit up a little taller because I know I can relate. Of course I can relate this to my loving boyfriend too…but for the sense of the “Life Off Leash” theme we’ll stick to Murphy. Let’s face it, Murphy always wins.


This verse tells us that not only does love not envy or boast but it also doesn’t anger easily (1 Cor 13:4-8)

…so does this mean that my anger is mildly justified? Like…it took me a while to get this angry and it’s 100% justified because of x, y, z…so is that some kind of carte blanche for the angry?

Murph, in all his glory, is the most stubborn, relentless, unyielding life form I’ve ever met! If he was a fungus he would be the kind that you just sort of get used to after awhile. “The walls are olive green anyways!”


He’ll jump on you out of pure joy and excitement and rip a hole in your pants. He’ll pull on the leash to chase a squirrel and practically drag you down with him.

He is also very persistent – with the charm of a sweet cuddly teddy bear.

Don’t feel like going on a walk? Too bad he’s not leaving.
Don’t feel like he needs yet another treat? Too bad he’s already left your office to go in search of someone who will give it to him. I don’t make this stuff up people!

And the most frustrating part is my reaction to it all. I literally said to him one day “I don’t like you right now.” But it never lasts long. Any kind of parent can relate.

Our love for the little furball drives us crazy.

Love is patient too…let’s not forget that one.


A Little Perspective

Our first week together back in January 2011. He knows who loves him already!

I’m starting to realize that trying to gain perspective is like chasing your tail…round and round you go. And catching up to it is sort of like hindsight; turns out that while you thought you had an inkling of an idea, you’re actually just back at the beginning.

And then there is the life of a dog.

Murphy has a pretty clear understanding of his purpose in life: Eat, sleep, walk, take care of business, (have mom take care of said ‘business’), and basically watch my every move to make sure that he isn’t missing any cues. I guess I should emphasize that it’s one thing to have a loyal dog; it’s another to have a loyal Border Collie. His breed is bred to pick a human, imprint on them and make him/her their whole life. Seriously. We’re talking the Alpha, Omega, Beginning and End. Unless he is sleeping, he is watching. He’s like Santa but without the presents.
And yet so cute! (Once you get past the creepy factor…)

I’ve heard it said that some people, in a way, envy the dead because they have all the answers. I think this is true whether you believe Heaven is awaiting you or not. But until then, it feels so unfair that life is so uncertain.

As kids all we want to do is grow up. And then we do, and we just miss the days of sticky popsicle faces and long, lazy, summers.  I remember feeling like my problems at the time were so huge. Sometimes I think about what it would be like to have a child of my own, and what it will feel like to just want to baby-shake them (for lack of a better word) so they’ll get a sense of reality. To make them realize that this will pass, that this is “nothing.”  But it’s not fair for us as adults, after years of self-therapy and learning moments, to tease and laughingly call them “problems” when at that age they are everything…. that’s what perspective does. It lets you think you’re in charge and then it kicks you from behind when you least expect it.

It’s been a whole month since my sixteen-year-old ‘cousin’ Logan took his life. And now everyone is left thinking that just thirty-one days we could have said something  life-changing, inspirational, or even funny… something that would have made him think twice, change his mind, or decide there was another option. Until the end of time, I will never understand how a sixteen-year-old can feel that his world is so dark and cloudy, that there is no hope for sunshine.

And while I tease Murphy for being so obsessive, I wonder if he has it all figured out. Understand that life is going to happen all around you. Focus. Find something you just can’t live without and let the whole world know it’s yours.

“If there is ever a day when we can’t be together. Keep me in your heart. I’ll stay there forever.” ~ Winnie the Pooh

You and Me and Murphy Makes Three

I’ve recently jumped ship from a blog about single life, to more of a lifestyle blog about my life (sans style), with a dog and a boy. I thought I had quite the niche going with me going on and on about my insecurities and never ending stories of jerks being jerks…turns out God had a different plan for me, and I’d like to give him credit.

I had a minor life crisis in reconstructing a blog that I had just started to get knee-deep into. I had to sit and ask myself (literally), what is it about writing that is therapeutic for me? The answer lies somewhere in the freedom to write, erase, type, delete and construct something that feels spontaneous but in actuality took quite a bit of preparation. You see, most of us in person are crappy at saying the right things at the right time. But in writing…you’re “write” all the time. Get it?

I read somewhere recently that most lifestyle blogs are run by stay-at-home moms with time/energy and most importantly, money, to feature beautiful photos of homemade jam and holiday knick-knacks. I am not one of these people…yet.

In the meantime I think you, reader, might instead enjoy the random goings-on inside the head of a seemingly put-together girl with a crazy dog and wonderfully goofy boyfriend.

And because life is not perfect…this blog will not school you on how to perfectly tie your apron or make you feel bad for not understanding why homemade pie crust beats the store-bought kind. I do not bash these people, I instead envy them. Especially on those rare days where I get to sleep in and wake up slowly to coffee; I dream about what it would be like to be one of those people.

Until then…I’m working on balancing a life that will continue to make me smile until I’m 85 years old.