I remember the day I first saw your cute little face.
You were under Rudy's sweatshirt waiting to take your place
In the Smith family, yes, little did you know!
Rudy played Santa that year with a Ho, Ho, Ho!!
He told us he got you from a customer at work
We were so excited, we almost went beserk!
You were so tiny, a cute little pup..
I couldn't wait to get home and just eat you up.
The puppy days were filled with the usual mess,
the cleaning, and yapping, and all-around stress.
It will get better, I said, just wait and see,
In a few months he'll be trained and be rid of the fleas.
A few months went by, then a few months more,
Cesar Milan and I bonded, yeah, really hardcore.
We made a little progress with the pee and the leash
Now if he'd only stop biting and chewing on everything...GEESH!
First it was the siding, then the grill knobs,
It finally came to a head after three sets of quads.
The dog at that point was banished permanantly outside
Where he liked to escape, yes he tried and he tried.
He was quite successful, I'll tell you why, you see
His mom (me) had to have a house built with pier and with beam. (But that's a whole nother story...I digress)
Rocks, bricks, cement were brought in by the ton,
But the sucker still got out and away he would run.
He liked his adventures, and I liked them too,
Cause when he came home he was too tired to chew.
We'd let him inside our room at night
At least then he'd be too tired to bite.
So threats were made, we came pretty close
To getting rid of the guy before our drywall was exposed.
Mostly it was me, I still wanted him around
You bond when you run together and feed him, I found.
He kept getting out, we tried really hard,
The temptation was too great compared to the monotony of our yard.
The street was too busy, he picked a bad time.
The sun was just setting and I can't find a rhyme.
We cried and we'll miss him even though he gave us grief.
Our time with him here in this house was too brief.
We're taking a break, no more pups for right now.
We've got plenty of strays who will eat up the chow.
So Sparky, when we see you again in the next life to come
We'll have a foundation and a door that doesn't succumb
To the South Texas weather changes. Won't that be grand?
Just wait for us boy, we'll meet you in the promised land!
Sparky Smith
November 2006 - Novemeber 2009
We'll miss you.
They're my girls!
How is it that my 7-year-old gets a full nail set before her 34-year-old mother? Answer: Some generous grandparents and an out-of-control nail-biting habit. We have been trying for months going into years now to help Kaylee break this habit, and since Grandma and Grandpa Wadley gave us some money for Kaylee's Christmas I thought, hmmm. Turns out, she loved the whole experience and I dread the day when they start to come off and she wants new ones...birthday money, anyone??!! I should have taken a before and after...her poor nails are down to nubs. So, this is just another of many tricks...hopefully this one will work! In the meantime, they do look so much better, if not a bit pageantesque for a 7-year-old. Enjoy the glam while you can little one! :)
The cutie pies...
The infamous trolley that I stalked as we were leaving to get one more ride - mine and the kids favorite part!!
