Sunday, June 10, 2012

Our Fat Boy

I have always been a critter person.
I guess my love for critters is just in my blood.
My husband on the others hand "liked" critters.
They weren't as much in his blood as mine.
But I guess after spending so many years with me with a combination of "old age softness"
He has a soft spot for our critters.

Mid range of our marriage we had a golden retriever called Lyndsey.
She was a remarkable dog.
At the age of nine or ten we had to put her to sleep.
My husband was with her as the vet administered the "sleeping potion."

Ever since Lyndsey my husband has yearned for another Golden.
I once heard, "once you owned a golden, no other dog would do."
And as my Vet has kindly reminded me,
 "You know the Golden's are the blonde's of the dog breeds."
My husband has always had a soft spot for blonde's.
(Still trying to figure out why he married a burnett who is now gray.)

A few years ago his little sister stumbled upon this very plump bundle of fuzz.
Knowing her brother had been aching for such a bundle she brought him home as a gift to him.
That fuzzie bundle spent more time crawling under the bed to sleep until he got to big to crawl under the bed.
Each time I took him to the vet his weight had doubled.
He started at 12lbs, 24 lbs, 36lbs etc etc.
 Then this small bundle of fuzz started growing 'into his paws."
There was a time we had thought how cool it would be to have a Saint Bernard.
Someone above fulfilled our request in the form of a Golden named Zip, alas Fat boy.

When he finally stopped growing and expanding he was at 120 lbs.
With diet and exercise we got him down to 115 and just the other day he is now down to 108 lbs
with 8 more pounds to go.

Zip's  personality never ceases to amaze me.
 He is accepting and kind to everyone he meets.
People and critters alike.
He is a proud dog who holds himself majestically and proud.
 He is a sight when he stands with head up and tail up looking into the distance.
He is always excited to greet anyone who crosses his sight of vision.


I was getting ready to prepare for my next weeks lesson and had Zipper lying at my feet.
As I was gazing out the window to collect my thoughts, I seen my husband walk by the window; at that exact moment Zip jumped up and ran to the front door.
Seeing that fave guy was not going to come into the house I opened the door so Zip could run out
and say hello.

Knowing how he likes to be out front with either of us I shut the door and came back to work on my lesson.
It was entertaining to see Zip running  around Bob and in between his legs for a good back end scratch.

Then I noticed him start loping towards the center of the yard with wagging tail and excitement on his face.
I knew someone he knew was approaching.
As I continued to watch I seen him happily greet Bob's father who had wandered over.

Upon finishing his greeting he looked towards me in the house and then went running back to Bob.
He continues to run back and forth from Bob to the front door
as if to invite me out to join in the festivities going on outside.

As I have been watching his joyful bounding back and forth and his excitement when some one stops by to say "hi" I found myself wondering what a better place this ole world would be if I like this loyal golden saw everyone I met as a friend and greeted them joyfully instead of with apprehension and distrust.

Enjoying the little moments of life by spending time with those we love and filling that time with laughter and smiles as opposed to negative comments and shortness of temper.


Yes, I can see there is much I can learn from my good ole fat boy.
 Maybe that's why the man upstairs sent him to us.
 He has made all who meet him smile.
And yes he is a 108 lb lap dog but not only that He is also a true gentleman.

Friday, June 8, 2012

Best Friends Day

Best Friend mirror

Today at work while listening to the television with my special friends I heard this announcement, "June 8th is National Best Friends Day."  One of my peers was walking by as this announcement was made and she softly stated, "I don't have any best friends."  I turned to her and replied, "my husband is my best friend."  She thoughtfully looked at me and then replied, "mine to."
As I was clocking out for the day I thought, "self you need to get your best friend a gift to celebrate this day."  I stopped by a local bakery and picked up two pies, one for her and one for us but on the way to my friends house I saw the wife of a Bishop that my mother loved very dearly out in their yard mowing their lawn.  I them found myself thinking, "self you know how much your mother loved that gentle bishop, he was her best friend."
friendI pulled into their yard and gave them one of the pies I had purchased and related that today was National best friend's day and how her husband was so beloved by my mother that she truly counted him as "her best friend."
She quickly agreed at how much my mother loved her husband and was touched that I had thought of them today.
I then drove to my friends house and dropped off her pie and let her know that since today was "National best Friends day" I had picked up a pie for her and her family to enjoy.
She also was grateful.
Like my mothers special friend,
life has thrown her family some hard curve balls.
Upon arriving home as I was going through my e-mails I found a message from my "adopted brother."
Since I had put my cell phone in the washer with all my contact information; I had lost all my numbers, he being one.
It was so nice to receive an e-mail from him letting me know that he had been wondering about me.
I wish I could afford to buy all my friends that have left their permanent foot print in my heart a gift to honor them this day nominated to honor your "Best Friends" but they know who they are and the memories we share as we have journeyed together has been the greatest gift for me.
Alas there is one other who I have called friend for many years and truly He is my best friend.
He has opened and shut doors which has molded and refined me.
He has wiped away those unseen tears and knows me better than all of my friends.
It is He that has introduced me to each and every one of my special friends all who in their unique way inspire me to become a better person.  He truly has allowed me to rub shoulders with the best of the best.
So cheers to all you who are in my closest circles of friends.  Thank you for the laughs, tears, and sharing of lessons learned.  But most of all thank you for opening your arms and allowing me in.
My most cherished memories consist of each and every one of you.
best friend quotesSome of you have moved on to greener pastures and oh how I miss you and our adventures.
Some are preparing to move on to new adventures but you will always be in my heart and never far from my thoughts.
Wherever we are our friendship remains and that for me is the greatest tribute of honor on this day for friends.

Saturday, June 2, 2012

Keep Your Fork

During my recovery time from my knee surgery one of my true blue friends observed that we were down quite a few forks.  
As she questioned me about our lack of forks I explained that like our socks they were magically disappearing through the night and I had been searching for silverware sets but just never had one "jump" out at me.

With a big grin on her face she told me that she had the perfect way of taking care of my lack of forks problem.  

Two or three days later she reappeared with several forks.  Many different shapes and styles. 

You know what I love those forks.  
Each time we pull one out of the drawer to eat with 
I can see my friends smiling face as she brought us those prized forks.

Somewhere in my mashed potato brain I remembered reading a story about the fork.  
Tonight I actually took the time to goggle it and it popped right up.  
I hope you enjoy it as much as I have:

Keep your fork!

There was a woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things "in order", she contacted her pastor and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes. She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in. The woman also requested to be buried with her favorite Bible. Everything was in order and the pastor was preparing to leave when the woman suddenly remembered something very important to her.
"There's one more thing," she said excitedly.
"What's that?" came the pastor's reply.
"This is very important," the woman continued. "I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand."
The pastor stood looking at the woman, not knowing quite what to say. "That surprises you, doesn't it?" the woman asked. "Well, to be honest, I'm puzzled by the request," said the pastor. 
The woman explained. "In all my years of attending church socials and potluck dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say, 'Keep your fork'.
It was my favorite parts because I knew that something better was coming...like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish apple pie. Something wonderful, and with substance! So, I just want people to see me there in that casket with a fork in my hand and I want them to wonder 'What's with the fork?'. Then I want you to tell them: "Keep your fork....the best is yet to come".
The pastor's eyes welled up with tears of joy as he hugged the woman goodbye. He knew this would be one of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did. She KNEW that something better was coming.
At the funeral people were walking by the woman's casket and they saw the pretty dress she was wearing and her favorite Bible and the fork placed in her right hand. Over and over, the pastor heard the question "What's with the fork?" And over and over he smiled. 
During his message, the pastor told the people of the conversation he had with the woman shortly before she died. He also told them about the fork and about what it symbolized to her. 
The pastor told the people how he could not stop thinking about the fork and told them that they probably would not be able to stop thinking about it either. He was right.
So the next time you reach down for your fork,
let it remind you oh so gently, that the best is yet to come…

Because our forks were a gift from a loyal and trusted friend they are even more special.  
As I read this story I found myself wondering how many pot luck dinners our forks had attended and how much joy they brought to their holder.
What a beautiful way to remember, "The Best is Yet to Come...."