On August 25, 2010, we let you out to go to the bathroom about 6:20 a.m. You never returned. I know you were with us for sixteen and a half years, but I wasn't ready to let you go. You were born shortly after my first grandchild and have been around to see all of them. They all had special names for you, at least the boys. Tyler called you Futton, Clay called you Mufa, CJ called you effin (which was our favorite) and Grant called you mut mut. You never liked the little girls much and even snapped at them sometimes, but never took hold. I don't think they dropped as much food as the boys so maybe you thought they were stingy. And then Amber was always trying to share your food. That probably didn't help. You were always a sweet dog, although very stubborn. When I tried to teach you how to walk on a leash, you sat down and wouldn't budge. You would just let me drag you across the ground on your butt. You were very well behaved and seldom left the yard. Occasionally, you would cross the street to visit your Dad. Sheeba was your grandma (1/2 chow, 1/2 shepherd), and Boomer was your Grandpa (white poodle). You were very devoted to me, especially as you got older. I don't know how many times you made me trip and nearly fall because you were always by my side. You loved to pee on my bathroom rugs. I got tired of washing them constantly so I gave up on having rugs in my bathroom. Then as you got older, you would pee in the kitchen floor. So for the last few years, we would put down newspaper for you to pee on during the night. I guess as you got older, you couldn't hold it all night. I couldn't have a throw rug in the kitchen either. In your younger years, you developed a horrible odor. It was like human body odor. My groomer, Beverly, suggested we change your food and that helped. She groomed you your whole life til you were about 14. Then you decided to give her a scare, and acted like you were wigging out. She wouldn't groom you after that so I began cutting your hair so you could see. You never wanted to sit in my lap or lay on my bed. You did enjoy having a soft place to sleep, so you adopted every pillow that hit the floor. We always took you to the lake with us, but you hated going out on the boat. You always stayed at the lakehouse and slept on your little bed. I used to get very aggravated with you sometimes and your lack on potty training but I loved you so very much. I miss you more than words can say. I would give anything to have you back for one more minute so I could tell you how much I love you and that I will miss you. I wanted to bury you in the yard so I could look after your grave and mark it with a little stone with your name. But you gave me many happy years with you. I hope you were happy, too. I love you!
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Where are you Muffin?
On August 25, 2010, we let you out to go to the bathroom about 6:20 a.m. You never returned. I know you were with us for sixteen and a half years, but I wasn't ready to let you go. You were born shortly after my first grandchild and have been around to see all of them. They all had special names for you, at least the boys. Tyler called you Futton, Clay called you Mufa, CJ called you effin (which was our favorite) and Grant called you mut mut. You never liked the little girls much and even snapped at them sometimes, but never took hold. I don't think they dropped as much food as the boys so maybe you thought they were stingy. And then Amber was always trying to share your food. That probably didn't help. You were always a sweet dog, although very stubborn. When I tried to teach you how to walk on a leash, you sat down and wouldn't budge. You would just let me drag you across the ground on your butt. You were very well behaved and seldom left the yard. Occasionally, you would cross the street to visit your Dad. Sheeba was your grandma (1/2 chow, 1/2 shepherd), and Boomer was your Grandpa (white poodle). You were very devoted to me, especially as you got older. I don't know how many times you made me trip and nearly fall because you were always by my side. You loved to pee on my bathroom rugs. I got tired of washing them constantly so I gave up on having rugs in my bathroom. Then as you got older, you would pee in the kitchen floor. So for the last few years, we would put down newspaper for you to pee on during the night. I guess as you got older, you couldn't hold it all night. I couldn't have a throw rug in the kitchen either. In your younger years, you developed a horrible odor. It was like human body odor. My groomer, Beverly, suggested we change your food and that helped. She groomed you your whole life til you were about 14. Then you decided to give her a scare, and acted like you were wigging out. She wouldn't groom you after that so I began cutting your hair so you could see. You never wanted to sit in my lap or lay on my bed. You did enjoy having a soft place to sleep, so you adopted every pillow that hit the floor. We always took you to the lake with us, but you hated going out on the boat. You always stayed at the lakehouse and slept on your little bed. I used to get very aggravated with you sometimes and your lack on potty training but I loved you so very much. I miss you more than words can say. I would give anything to have you back for one more minute so I could tell you how much I love you and that I will miss you. I wanted to bury you in the yard so I could look after your grave and mark it with a little stone with your name. But you gave me many happy years with you. I hope you were happy, too. I love you!
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Eighteen Years Ago
Eighteen years ago this week, I thought a big part of my life was over. Chuck was playing his last basketball game of his high school career and I was pretty sure he would never play competitively again. I was right. I wondered how I would fill my time. He was graduating in a few months and wouldn’t need me anymore. But one week later, things would change.
A beautiful little boy named Tyler Grant Ford was born. My whole life was about to change. I had someone new that needed me. So the next eighteen years have been spent loving and worrying about this precious boy. I got to watch him throw his first ball, learn to swim, start school, learn to play basketball and baseball. I tried to make most of his games and cherish every moment of each day with him because I knew one day far too soon, it would be over. I am sure having a doting grandmother around became a little tiring sometimes, but he tolerated me. He got tired of me taking pictures and documenting every little step in his life. But I am so glad I did. He will never know how many wonderful memories he has given me. I just hope he has the patience to deal with me the next few months. I am going to be a little sad to see this part of his life come to an end. But I know great things also lie ahead for him.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Sunday, May 3, 2009
My Great Niece, Kayla
Kayla is graduating in less than three weeks and has signed to play softball at Okla. Panhandle State University. I am excited for her. She also received a Presidential scholarship and made A's all thru school. Her mom and dad, Jamie and Daryl are also pictured.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
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