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Not your run of the mill, typical dog farts.  She has the, everybody in the room… one by one, hold their hand over their mouth and shout “OH MY GOD!   WHAT IS THAT?” as they run out of the room…….farts.  Anyone who happens to remain in the room covers his or her nose with their shirt pulled up and over their nose and feverously fans the air while they shoot Lola a look of total disgust.  ~ And I know what they are thinking, “How can something so small and cute produce such a stinking, rotten stench?”  All the while she continues to stroll around the house as if she is blissfully unaware of the disgusting odor she is leaving behind.

I would classify Lola’s gas as, “zoo farts.”    ~ No further explanation should be needed.

It’s bad people…very, very bad.

Now, I am not sure if I could be classified as a dog fart expert, (urr, maybe I could) or if any such expert exists but what I can attest to is the fact that no matter how many rescue dogs have came thru my doors in the last 15 years, sick, healthy or otherwise…none have EVEN came close to the little Lola and her extremely FOUL flatulence.  I mean, were not talking normal doggie gas because I have given them some cooked liver or some hard boiled eggs than morning……..I mean it’s totally unsolicited, super duper, FOUL gas.  (My eyes water just thinking about it)  In all actuality it clears my sinuses and makes my throat feel as if it’s contracting; if she happens to be on my lap and lets one fly.

Her and this bad gas is rather ironic because the day I brought her home from the shelter I decided to read some resources on the Internet about Pugs.  (I had never owned or rescued a Pug…so I thought I would get versed in some Pug ~ dog-info)  The FIRST webpage I came to summed it up… rather perfectly……  They said, “If you think you want a Pug, be prepared because they whine, snort, snore, belch and fart, more than your typical dog.”  Errr, something to that effect. …….. as I rolled my eyes, laughed out loud and said to myself, “Ha, how bad could it REALLY be?”

I found out……Bad.  Very, very bad.

She snorts, snores and farts so much you would think that my temporary roommate is a cross between a farting troll and the little creepy naked guy from Lord of the Rings. 

                                  

She is without questions the foulest smelling little thing THIS side of the Mississippi!! 

 

So now I’m wondering when I put an ad for her in the paper to rehome her, along with her photo and all of her doggie stats, should it also come with a disclaimer? 

 

 

“Caution, combustible contents may be explosive and hazardous to your health.”Confused 

 

 

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I was sitting on the side of my bed putting on my socks and Acacia stuck her head into the room…….”Guess what I did today Mommy?”  I pause and say “I have no clue” in a rather monotone voice as I continued to pull my socks across my feet.  Acacia responds, “I joined the Marines!”

 

~ Crickets chirp ~  My heart races.  I sit there and try to collect the right words….it didn’t work.

 

I just blurted out, “You did WHAT?”…….she replies, “I joined the Marines.”  It felt as if all the air had been instantly sucked out of my lungs.  No, as if the air had instantly been kicked out of my lungs.  I said, “BUT WE ARE AT WAR!!!……”

 

I don’t remember the exact conversation that transpired shortly there after but I do remember crying……..days of crying.  Shock….tears ……disbelief. 

 

It took a couple weeks of wandering thru my life in a fog, but it eventually sunk in that no matter how many tears I shed, she was soon going to be heading to the Marine Corp boot camp and maybe eventually war.  I simply needed to get with the program.  ~ It was happening whether I liked it or not.

 

I also needed to remember she was an adult, and it was her decision…….I was the Mom who needed to be supportive of her child.  I needed to embrace what was coming and stop fearing it or else I wouldn’t be able to give her the support she needed to make the transition.

 

So I watched her prepare physically (daily) and mentally as much as she could……it was hard watching her pack away belongings and prepare for a phase of her life I ultimately couldn’t protect her from or participate in…….my baby was leaving me.

 

Writing her while she was in boot camp was easy, it was hard however to get her mail….. I never read a letter and didn’t cry.  Each letter made me miss her so and in reading those letters I listened to her grow.

 

As the photos already posted would indicate, she made it thru boot camp!  She was home for 18 days and is now in North Carolina…..

 

We traveled to South Carolina to see her Graduate and it was such an awesome experience……it was also truly amazing to see how much she had changed……both physically and mentally.……it’s hard to explain.  She is still my baby, but she is also now a Marine.

 

She made a decision that will change the direction of the rest of her life.  She proved to be more resilient than most would have ever imagined…..I am incredibly proud of my child and am in awe of seeing her grow and become a woman.  Stretch your wings and fly baby!  Great things await you!

 

Semper Fidelis my Devil Dog. 

 

Your Mom is SO PROUD OF YOU!

 

Life…….it happens and if you let yourself get too busy, you forget to really live it.  Experience and enjoy it……

 

So much has happened since my last post……a long unintentional hiatus from my blog has kept me from writing, but I intend now to return to writing as writing is SO therapeutic for me. 

 

When I started the blog, it was really about the dogs……their stories….and to bring awareness to animals and animals in need, those in shelters and rescues needing permanent homes and those who have been abandoned or dumped somewhere along the way…that someone might stop and give them a second glance, a second thought……but somehow it also became a blog about my life.  My ups and downs, so many people went along for the ride with me…..how I have appreciated meeting my blog friends!  I miss you guys!  J

 

So here I am, I’m back…..ready to write again.