Bingo, We Have The Answers!

If you ever wonder if I’m losing my marbles, you’re probably correct.

A few months ago my hairstylist Liz was over doing my hair and she asked an innocent question while looking at Max:

What is HE?

Me: We think he might be a rat terrier/chihuahua mix; he loves to chase small prey, bark at anyone and everyone, dislikes his own kind and he’s very much a weirdo because a lot of times he won’t go outside before bed, I have to carry his 25lb ass far out to the middle of the yard, drop him in the grass, remind him that he’s a dog and beg for him to pee. (if he doesn’t pee, he will wake me up in the middle of the night from his crate to do so)

When Lolo first adopted him over 5 years ago, we thought he might be some sort of exotic dog, mixed with the regular flavor. But we soon figured out, nope. Just the regular mill kind, but we still wondered what exact variety.

Liz suggested I do a DNA test on him; it won’t tell us WHY he’s weird, but it would tell us WHAT he is. My jaw dropped: You can do those for dogs? I mean, will I find out if he’s really an African Prince?

Upon research they sell these tests on Amazon for a hundred bucks. It seemed a bit steep, but I then remembered I didn’t pay for anything to be waxed this past year: I HAD EXTRA MONEY.

EDITED to add: When I was looking it up on amazon to link it here, it dawned on me: the name of the company is Embark. EmBARK *slaps hand on forehead*

Max was questioning OUR sanity as we took his saliva sample. In about a month we had our results. In that amount of time, there was much query from my people on our family thread asking DID YOU GET MAX’S RESULTS YET? To an outsider, it looks like we had nothing else going on.

He’s more Super mutt than anything, which is kind of funny. A Super mutt is a mutt mixture. When I told him this, he immediately liked the Super part and agreed that he is indeed Super. Humble much?

Do you remember my Family Tree in my baby book. Well, I’m quite jealous that Max’s is filled out 100% more than mine.

As if finding out that he’s this or that wasn’t enough fun, a month later I got an email stating that the company had found some of his possible relatives; Jewel being the closest to his DNA.

Turns out Jewel is probably a distant cousin that we normally wouldn’t hear from unless Max had just won the lottery, (which he did) but thanks to science & technology, There She Is, waiting for a playdate with a dog who doesn’t like playing or dogs.

I blogged about when I did my DNA and tree; people were coming out of the woodwork connecting with me. It was awesome, but also a little overwhelming. When I asked Max about meeting Jewel, he was happy about it until I told him that Jewel is IN fact a dog. That was a hard NO from him.

Anyhoo, we still love our little weirdo even if we’re semi-excited about his Dad Nathan coming home from Marine boot camp next month; that means Max will be going home to his real parents.

So, would you make the investment to see your pets DNA?

The Age Old Question: Up or Down?

Did you think I was going to discuss toilet paper roll placement? You silly fool, this is much more serious than that and any sane person knows the TP should be facing down. *eye roll*

Do you have the typical silverware set up in your dishwasher that fits on the bottom rack?

I know what you’re thinking: I’m proficient at shedding light on hard hitting topics.

We have that basket type at our GA house and while it’s not my first choice, obviously it’s been working for humans for many, many years.

This is what came with The Most Beautiful Dishwasher when we remodeled our house almost 5 years ago. {Miele} It has this secretive third rack on top for silverware. I love this dishwasher so much that I’m considering requesting it as my spot for eternal rest. It is the bomb at cleaning, has interior lights, you can knock on the outside to get it to open (although I always forget} and it fits tall wine glasses on the bottom rack like it was made for them.

It’s my favorite appliance. If it added money to the bank account via direct deposit, then the Coach could be worried about his place here.


Back to the standard. How do you arrange your flatware in the standard basket type?

My Uncle Alan (RIP) used to put forks with forks, spoons with spoons, etc…clearly, this is a faulty idea as spoons like to spoon but I never told him that he was insane to his face; instead, I just said so on my blog years after his passing.

We always threw ours in willy nilly, but facing DOWN like normal humans.

On this last visit to GA when I had much quality time with my girl Kelly, I noticed when I was emptying the dishwasher that I was being stabbed by forks and butter knives. I know, they’re for butter, but they are a bit sharp on my delicate phalanges.

I had to have a heart to heart with Kelly: “You do remember that one day when the guys leave us (and not by divorce) and we were going to live together in our final years? Well, I’m going to have to retract that plan unless you learn how to load the silverware without injuring me”

That looks SO dangerous!

She tried to defend her actions by stating that the flatware is able to get cleaner with her method. I’m not buying what she’s selling.

For the duration of our visit, she came around to my method which is good ’cause I’d hate to have to throw away a 33 year friendship over something this trivial serious.

I suppose I frightened her with my threat because a few days after I arrived home this thank you note arrived in the mail.

And there was no mention of the Georgia dishwasher/silverware/incident of 2021.

So, do you load yours like a normal human, all facing down? Or are we going to have to break up?


Things That Make Me Smile: Real Doors, Visits & My Misfits

I’m having a hard time putting a decent post together lately, so here’s what has made me smile lately in 369 words.

The New doors/window at the GA house. These are the new fangled type of door that come equipped with Hinges and get this: they swing open and then if you’re feeling crazy, they also swing closed.

Here they are in all their glory. We decided to do a single fixed pane in the center and doors on either side. This was before my painters came in to work their magic so, it’s raw wood here.

Coach is modeling with the before: FAKE doors. It’s hard to get a good pic with no glare, but you have a fabulous view as soon as you walk into the front door through the screened-in porch area and now even more so with less wood/door area. The single pane goes almost to the floor behind the sofa.

Did you notice Callie up there curled up in Lillie’s little bed. I’ll never NOT think that is adorable.

Serendipity. As I was writing this post this morning, my painters let me know they finished the painting yesterday.

Last weekend both of our girls came for a visit and it was so wonderful. I wasn’t referring to them as the Misfits; the pups are my misfits. They swam in the pool, Coach grilled a big lunch, we visited and laughed. Mattis the Husky loves to swim and this enticed Lillie so much that the little turd jumped in the pool and Good Lord, SHE CAN SWIM. I had no idea! We can fully assume that she was peeing while swimming since she does it all.the.time.

Speaking of my little tinkle-er. This photo from our last trip to GA makes me smile. Max is not a fan of other dogs and I think that makes Lillie want to love him even more and even lay ON him. I can almost read his mind and it’s full of four letter words.

What do you mean your dog doesn’t wear a diaper? It’s ALL the rage with rescues who were never potty trained.

So, what is making you smile lately? Humans? Dogs? Fully functioning home parts?