We interrupt this lunch break to search for a rat

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I went home for lunch today and decided to check on our rat Oreo, aka Roger.

Yes. Yes we do have a rat. A rat named Oreo, aka Roger.

Here’s the rat story before I get to the rat lunch story.

Last week I stepped outside and out of the corner of my eye I see a white and black thing scurry away from my flowers. He ran around the building but I couldn’t find him anywhere. I thought he was a hamster but I also thought maybe I was imagining things.

The next day our neighbor knocks on the door and tells Pat he found a rat. Since Pat is the maintenance man of our apartment complex, he gets all sorts of calls and knocks on the door. The rat had been on our neighbor’s patio but ran off. Me, Pat, the kids, the neighbor and his wife start looking for Mr Rat and I find him around another corner. Pat and the neighbor thus begin their quest to capture Mr Rat. After about an hour they give up – Mr Rat is a smart rat and knows not to trust Pat when he tells him to come out from under the patio, it’ll be ok.

Fast forward to Sunday, we were all outside and our neighbor comes around the corner and says the rat is back. Pat had gotten some traps from a co-worker and so the neighbor takes the trap to set it up by his patio. Ten minutes later the neighbor returns with Mr Rat.

We believe Mr Rat was purchased by another neighbor who happens to own a very large snake. Neighbor who caught Mr Rat gave him to Pat as Pat said he would give him to a co-worker. I guess snake neighbor didn’t want Mr Rat anymore. But then Caleb convinced Pat that for some reason it would be a good idea for US to keep Mr Rat. Because that’s what we need, along with rabies. And then of course since Caleb has a rat, Angel needs a hamster so it’s fair because after all life is always fair. And Pat’s wife, aka me, for some reason decided this was all ok.

This is all so confusing.

I guess I should have just said, we now have a rat.

Which sounds much more sane than, we decided to keep a rat we found outside, but it’s ok, really.

So, I go home for lunch today and decide to check on our rat Oreo, aka Roger.

Oh ya. Caleb originally name him Roger. Which I love. Roger the rat. Come on, how great is that!? But then last night he decided Roger was going to be called Oreo. And I said that I’m still going to call him Roger. Because when I was growing up we had a dog named Ed. But I called him Mickey because I collected Mickey Mouse stuff. And he knew both names. It was awesome.

His sign says Epic Oreo. How cool would it be if he was named Eric Oreo Roger!?

So, I go home for lunch today and decide to check on our rat Oreo, aka Roger. Who will now be referred to as Roger.

Unfortunately, Roger is not in his cage. Someone left the top off his cage which was on top of a table in Caleb’s room. So Roger first did a little mountain climbing and then a little sky diving. Thankfully Caleb’s door had been closed so we were pretty sure Roger was still in his bedroom.

Pat was home for lunch too so the four of us proceed to tear apart Caleb’s room looking for Roger. Caleb is crying and in between sobs asking if he can get another pet. After about 20 minutes we decide to let Jake – our black lab golden doodle – come into the room and see if he can sniff out Roger. No luck.

I then ask Pat if Roger could fit under Caleb’s door. Pat says probably. So then the four of us proceed to tear apart our entire apartment looking for Roger.

Pat decides to give Jake another try and while me and the kids are out in the living room we hear Pat cheer. Jake found Roger! He was in or under or something with the heat register behind the bed. Pat took apart the heat register and pulled Roger out and Jake got about 15 treats for having such a good nose!

The moral of the story?

If you happen to find a rat and keep it and give it two names and then lose it and then your dog finds it… you are not alone.

Hello? Anyone?


Scooby Doo Fire Awesome Boy Hunter Maximus

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We have a new family member.

Lord, have mercy.

We’ve actually been looking for a farm dog for a while now. Not that Molly isn’t the best farm dog. Well, ok, she’s not really a farm dog.

So we’ve been looking for a good farm dog that we didn’t have to pay a lot for. Actually that we didn’t have to pay anything for. And even though it’s a lot more work, Pat really wanted a puppy so that he could train him. Because as you may know, it actually ends up being more work to get an older dog that’s not trained.

Yesterday the kids and I went to see my sister. And on the way I got a text from Pat that he was going to see a puppy. While the mama’s away, the daddy will play.


Someone is happy.

And someone is not.


Hahaha. Actually she is pretty happy. It’s not too often that she finds a dog smaller than her!

He’s only 5 weeks old because his mama had 11 other puppies and she stopped feeding them all a few days ago.


He’s 3/4 lab and 1/4 heeler.


He’s so small. But so stinkin’ cute. You know that saying, “follows me around like a little puppy.” Ya, now I know where that came from. It really is true. He followed me out to the barn this morning to do chicken chores. He’ll be a good dog.

On the way home last night the kids and I were talking about names. Caleb is very creative with his names and so we were not coming to an agreement on what to name him. But thankfully Mama is creative with her tricking negotiating. Angel and I really liked the name Max. Max and Molly has a cute ring to it! And so I told Caleb that he got to name her but it had to have the name Maximus in it and we’d call him Max for short.

Meet Scooby Doo Fire Awesome Boy Hunter Maximus!


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Life on the farm is certainly never boring! Especially on our farm!


Rebound dog regret and other non news

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We’ve been dealing with rebound dog regret at our house lately.

Oh Joey. You’re such a cute rebound dog.

If only you’d stop barking, stop biting and start using the outside for your bathroom.

I actually posted an ad on Craig’s list to re-home him and had quite a few people interested. I, of course, was completely honest and said he barks all the time, bites my children’s ankles and pees in the house. (Or not.) I started to feel guilty though and figured that my husband and children would resent me for the rest of my life. So the daddy has agreed to enroll Joey in puppy class, he’s been walking him every morning and we will soon be making an appointment for Jo Jo to get snipped!  Hopefully all of that combined will make a big difference.

And seriously. No more rebound dogs!

~The kids went to Grama’s today around noon so that I could have some study time before work at 4:00 pm. I have just one paper left for my English class and then I have to take my final by midnight tomorrow night. Cutting it kinda close, huh? I’m really struggling with my paper so unfortunately I think it’ll be late night tomorrow.  Anyway, I took a little break before going to work and was sitting in my car. I didn’t have the radio on or anything and I heard a bird singing to me. Yes, I’m sure it was singing to me.

Can you see it?

That’s ok. I can’t see it either. But it was there. And it was such a pretty song and I told God I’m still mad at Him but thanks for loving me even when I’m mad and thanks for the birds and bird songs and beautiful days.

~When we were first married Pat would race remote control cars. They’ve been sitting in the garage for quite a few years but a few weeks ago he got them out again and he and the kids have been working on them. Caleb especially loves to help his daddy. It’s so cute. Last night Daddy got one running.

~Speaking of Daddy, for the past month or so he’s been consistently doing devotions with the kids at night. I can’t begin to tell you how proud I am of my hubby. And it just melts my heart to hear the kids and Daddy talk about God and the Bible.

~And in other non news, it’s never too hot for the kitty hat. HA!

~Bubba was sick last week. He had infantigo on his lip again, a fever and I think pink eye. Thankfully the doctor just called in a RX for us without having to go in and it cleared up pretty quick. But for one day, Caleb wanted to do nothing but cuddle with mama. As much as I hate it when my kiddos are sick, I love love love cuddle time.  Being three and four doesn’t usually equate to much cuddle time.

~A few weeks ago it was Cowboy Day at Angel’s school. She rocks the cowboy look, don’t ya think?!

Allie dog would have wanted me to have that hoho

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In case you didn’t see this post, we had to put our Allie dog to sleep yesterday. Tough, tough day.

We are so thankful for the 3+ weeks we had to spoil her rotten. And that we did. She was in the house almost 24/7. Definitely not normal. Usually the big dogs (Allie and Ed) are outside and only come in the house at night when it’s bedtime. You can imagine how Ed felt about Allie girl being in the house so much! We knew Sunday night that it was time. Not only was her stomach huge but she wouldn’t get up to do anything. As I mentioned she wouldn’t even eat bread. She had eaten only a tiny bit the past few weeks and so was pretty much just skin and bones. Her breathing had gotten pretty labored. I gently said to Pat Sunday night that it was probably time. He said, “Let’s wait and see how she is in the morning.” He’s such a sweetie. We never imagined we’d lose our Allie dog when she was only 9. Monday morning she was worse and so he called the vet. We went in about 10:30 am.

We’ve been talking to the kids about it for that 3+ weeks we knew it was upon us. So they weren’t surprised or anything and that was nice. Caleb, honestly, could care less. He’s not really a dog person. Whose child is he, anyway?  Angel, on the other hand, was pretty upset. Part of it was because I was so upset. I asked them if they wanted to come with to the doctor or go to Grama Barb’s. Caleb said Grama Barb’s! Angel went back and forth. She wasn’t sure but eventually settled on Grama Barb’s.

Pat got home about 9:30 and we spent some last family time with Allie dog.

Even Ed said goodbye. These two have been inseparable for the past 9 years.

Pat carried her to the car (que tears) and we drove to Grama’s. When we got inside Angel started crying and decided she wanted to come with. Caleb was excited about having Grama all to himself!

When we pulled up to the vet the tears really started. Ug! We were a mess. Angel was a little traumatized and I tried with all my might to keep it together for her. They brought us into a room immediately and we sat for quite awhile with our Allie dog. We said goodbye and at one point I completely lost it. I think this really scared Angel as she got so upset and starting crying really hard. Thankfully there was a funny picture of a dog on the bulletin board and we were able to distract her.

The vet came in and looked Allie over. He used to be our neighbor and so we know him well. We are so thankful to have him as our vet. He first gave Allie a shot that was just a sedative. But he said that since she was so sick that it might put her completely to sleep and not have to do the second shot. About 30 seconds after he gave the shot her eyes got droopy and she fell asleep, her head falling to the table. I knew she wasn’t gone yet but that was enough for me to take Angel and leave. I felt bad leaving Pat but I was a mess!

Angel and I went and sat in the van and also walked around outside for awhile. It took quite awhile before Pat came out, almost 30 minutes. Turns out the sedative wasn’t enough but they couldn’t find a vein for the other shot. She was too anemic. So eventually they decided to give her another sedative and that was what eventually sent her to doggy heaven. (Que more tears.)

Pat had a project due so had to go back to work for a few hours. (Que more tears.) I was scheduled to work at 4pm but my employer is so amazing and allowed me to take the day off. I called Grama Barb and we met them at KFC for lunch, along with our nephew Tony and his girlfriend Sarah. It was a nice distraction from our sadness. The kids went back to Grama’s then and I went to class. That was tough. We are learning about the nervous system and I had the worst headache. It was very hard to listen and concentrate.

After class I stopped at the store for a few groceries. And when I say a few, I mean the store’s entire supply of ice cream and hoho’s. Note to self: never go grocery shopping after losing your dog. I gave myself permission to have one day of mourning eating anything and everything I wanted.

Pat got home at 3:30pm, just after we did. The last thing I wanted to do was hang around the house all mopey and sad. I suggested a movie because that’s something we all love to do. Journey 2 was playing at 4:30 and the review was pretty good so we decided to give it a try. We spent the kid’s college saving’s on snacks and were delighted to find out we were the only ones in the theater. Perfect! The kids could be wild and crazy and I could be sad and snuggle with my hubby.

The movie was excellent. It was a little too scary at some parts but it had a great family message. It was also hilarious. Which was just what we needed. Along with the popcorn. That was therapeutic too.

My kiddos were probably the most therapeutic of all!

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I have no idea how she made such a funny face!  But I’m so glad she did. It’s impossible to be sad with these two!  We usually never go to 3D movies, but on this day it was totally worth the extra price.

So, it’s a new day. A weird day without Allie dog. Ed is pretty confused about what is going on. And we still have lots of hohos and ice cream. I’m pretty sure Allie would have wanted me to have two days of mourning, don’t you think!?