Perplextions

First of all, I know perplextions isn't a word. But I am using it for this blog because I like the way it sounds.

There are many things in my life which are currently perplexing me thus causing me said perplextions.

Scrubs is one of them.

Here's the perplextion: How can a dog that drives me soooooo crazy one minute, literally leave me speechless in regards to his good behavior the next?

Maybe dogs are more like kids than I thought?

We've always known that Scrubs is not food protective. Since he was a tiny pup we've had him eat out of our hands and taken his food from him in the middle of the meal. Isaac and I will often hang out with him while he eats, telling him to start or to stop, petting him, putting our hands in the bowl.

But I don't think I realized just how good Scrubs was at this until yesterday. I had only turned my back for a few seconds, and when I turned around, Isaac had his foot in Scrubs' water bowl and both his hands in his food bowl. Scrubs had backed up and was just standing there, looking at me, with no intention to do anything to stop his little buddy from playing in his food. No growling, no barking, just patience. He waited until I pulled Isaac away and then very calmly went back to eating.

Sometimes I feel bad because I get so frustrated with Scrubs. He takes the brunt of my fatigue and crankiness some days. He follows me to every single room in the house all day long, he walks on my feet a lot, and he can go bonkers when new people come to visit. His head is always in my laundry basket whether clean or dirty too. But what a good pup he really is. I know he is still a dog and you have to always watch him with children, but it is so nice that I have so much confidence in his behavior around our boys.

And Scrubs is not the only thing causing me to scratch my head in a fit of perplextions. There are other things too.

One fact currently perplexing me is how fast baby's nails grow. Do mine grow that fast? Is it because they are so small that they appear to grow faster? Or do they really grow faster? Or is it simply because I have two babies that the speed seems superhuman? JB used to be the nail-cutter-guy in our house, but he's been so busy that quite honestly, I just can't get him to keep up on them. So I've moved into the position. I feel like I spend half my week cutting nails. Okay so that's an exaggeration, but you get the point.

The second fact that I cannot seem to get over is that Joan cleaned out my refrigerator while she was here. I mean, seriously, how many friends would do that for you? I am not even sure I would do that for my own mother. Serious sacrifice there folks. (You didn't see what my fridge looked like before she moved in. I'm serious. Major sacrifice. I know there was stuff growing in there. Science projects waiting to happen.)

All righty so there you go folks. A deep look into the recesses of my brain which are now preparing for more Wimbledon! (The brain was actually deep into sports all weekend. Kenny Perry won in golf! And the U.S. Soccer team barely lost. I'm really not sure there is a sport I don't like to watch. Except for Nascar. I really hate Nascar.)

Okay, brain is wandering off again.

Signging off before it wanders too far.