Dog for a Day...

So we decided we weren't going to tell anyone about this temporary brain fart...but I thought it's just too funny/good/dumb of a story to not blog about. So anyone who knows me well knows that I like animals about as much as I like going to the dentist for a root canal. My family has always grown up with animals by the plenty. And I have never liked even one of the many: hamsters, lizards, birds, rabbits, salamanders, cats (especially cats, sorry mom), dogs, or chinchillas. As kids, my parents would take us to petting zoos. The pictures would show Jeff hugging all the animals and me lurking off to the side with my arms folded and a scowl on my face. But even an avid animal hater is a sucker for a cute puppy every now and again. Well this past week I decided I really wanted a puppy golden retriever. I had been doing all sorts of research online about them. I even took a quiz on what type of dog fit our personality. I had to take the quiz twice because the first time it told me I wanted this ugly, random dog that I have never heard of. Apparently that dog didn't: shed, smell as bad, need/want a lot of attention, didn't need much grooming, and its fur was good for people with allergies. So I took the quiz again pretending that I wanted a dog that need a lot of attention, and wanted to be part of the family just so I could be told that a golden retriever is what I should get. That should have been my first clue that this might not work out. I just kept picturing Kade and Baxter (our one day puppy’s name) growing up together. I pictured taking the dog hiking and camping with us, and going on morning runs with the dog. Not to mention I get a little nervous that Nate works nights so it'd be nice to have a dog around... But, I guess I forgot to picture all the other times in day to day life when we aren't running or camping. Like when I am playing with my baby and the dog is barking all day because I am not playing with it. Or Nate is trying to sleep after working a 14 hr. night shift and the dog is still barking. The sad part about this story is that it really was such a good puppy as far as puppies go. He was SO loveable and cute. And slept pretty well during the night. I just don't have the time to give it all the attention that it needs. Hmmmm, maybe should have thought of this sooner. We just didn't want to be like my neighbors who stick their dogs in the yard to bark all day and they NEVER even walk them or interact with them. My husband is so nice and said I could get one (because I begged) even though he didn't think it was the best idea with how busy we already are right now. We went and looked at a bunch of different litters and then found our little dog. We picked him up Saturday night, and then gave him back Sunday night. I was also crazy allergic to the puppy so that was the excuse we used when we returned it, not that we couldn't really handle it right now. But I truly couldn't even swallow the next morning and my eyes were pretty swollen. We played like 50 games of paper, rock scissors to see who had to be the one to call the lady to ask if we could take it back. I finally just dialed her number, handed the phone to Nate, and ran out of the room as fast as I could! I guess when it comes down to it I really hate the way animals smell. Their fur grosses me out. When they lick me I feel like I am getting some type of diseases, but I am grateful that most of Americans have better hearts than I do to house these cute animals. You may suggest to one day get an older, already trained dog..But that wouldn't work either because then you don't even own them when they are at least cute.



Well, before you start judging us and thinking, "Man, Nate and Michelle are really bad impulse buyers and they don't really think before they buy things"...you don't have to secretly think that because we very well know that we are pretty pathetic. We acknowledge that we don't think about things before we buy things. I know that I am pretty much any salesman’s dream. We always swear that we are never going to get something without thinking about it again....but somehow a week later we are in another similar situation. I guess the saying "You learn from your mistakes" hasn't really hit home at the Sager household yet. At least it does provide us with great comic relief. I wonder what we'll get into next??? The best quote one of my Institute teachers taught us is, "Don't be a grass licker". Basically cows are famous for trying to eat the grass on the other side of the fence instead of what is already offered to them. I really have been such a "grass licker" lately and instead of just being content with what I have in my life right now I keep looking for what else is out there. My goal for this next month is to just slow down my life a bit, and be grateful for our blessings. "Stoping to smell the roses" seems better than "licking grass" anyday.

Oh yea, and to make the story even better. I told Nate that I wanted a puppy so bad that I would prove it buy cleaning out our garage and having a yard sale. Yes, the only reason I probably even needed to have a yard sale is because I go to them so much. But can you blame me? Other people's crap is WAY cooler than your own. Plus, the yard sales in AZ rock. I earned enough money in my sale to buy the puppy. This pic was just some of the stuff, I sold most of it before I took this pic. I was the worst seller. Basically whatever anyone wanted to pay for it is what they got it for.

Buyer's question on something marked $5:  "I give you one dollah for dis??" ...My response: "Deal!"

Other stuff we've been up to lately. Imagine that, fishing! 

Still not the biggest fan of the life jacket. It kinda squeezes his chubby cheeks.

Nate's first good catch of the year. Good job Honey!!!!!! I love when he catches a good fish because he's in a great mood all week.

Kade and I lasted longer on the boat now that he is getting older. After Nate caught his fish he dropped us off at the truck so I could nurse Kade and play with him on shore. I didn't even almost get attacked by a bobcat this time!

Now this is the saddest part of my post. I don't even like to think about it cause then I can pretend it didn't happen. But as much as we disliked the old hut we used to live in. We did LOVE all  the amazing friends we me there. It was so nice because all the couples were pretty much in the same boat...in school, just married, low on the dough, and we all lived in huts so nobody cared what the houses looked like. Most of us all started drifting away. A few close friends still live out there. Lots of us have gotten houses around the area. But it's just not the same when you are all right there on campus. It makes me wish I would've taken more advantage of living that close to our friends when were all in walking distance! Up until now we all still remained somewhere in AZ. The Ivins decided to up and move to Blanding, Utah and buy a cattle ranch. I have to give a shout out to Lacey, Tyler, and little Aspyn. We love the many memories we have made with this great family. I am going to miss all the Sunday dinners, holiday parties, Chilies dates, cabin trips, having our first child exactly one week apart, campouts...and MOST of all card nights! You know your good friends and comfortable with each other when me and Tyler get in cussing fights over cards, I go storming out of the room ,and we can still be friends after! :) Don't worry Ivins, we are coming to visit and gonna help you castrate those bulls! We love you guys!!!