what comes next in the full life?

I like to be busy, down time usually results in my thoughts turning inward, and dissatisfaction grows. 

I examine and find little faults and connect the dots until the tectonic plates shift and our family gets a momquake;
then of course I feel ridiculous and out of control, and thankless. 

I never want to be thankless.  Even in the darkest, most bitter parts of a life, I want to give thanks.  Nothing good comes from turning blind eyes to the smallest gift, but by counting it all good, we side with Love and that is the best place to be in any circumstance. 

So when life began to feel like routine what did we do?

Adopt a.....puppy!

We are calling him Harley at this point, that may change, we are a flexible family. 

Not sure what his breeding is...I suspect some Great Dane.  His feet are really webbed so may be some lab or other waterdog in him.  A tiny bit of brindle on his face may be boxer?  Don't know.  I'm hoping my good friend L can shed some light on his mixup makeup.  

We got him yesterday and thus far he has been skateboarding, running with T, swimming, and into Petco to pick his own treats.

We have two dogs already.  But Molly is 12ish and that's really old for a big shepherd dog.  Then there is Riley, who's got some dead in his breeding - not much for running, swimming, or catching a Frisbee.   But he's super cute, is he not?

I'm hoping that Harley can keep up with the boys and they will all tire each other out.  Of course I realize how totally stupid this line of thinking is because honestly?  all exercise does is build endurance; it's a vicious cycle!   They will never get tired...that is the price of healthy eating and exercise. 

Our dogs have adjusted well to the pup.  His sharp little milk teeth are annoying to all of us. 

He does not chase the cats. 

He does not see a difference between carpet and grass in terms of his toileting needs.  

Thankfully our first floor is all solid surfacing, easy to clean.  But, the hard wood is slick and he keeps doing the splits which makes him yelp which makes the boys go "ohhh" like a bunch of girls.  They are asking that we carpet the first floor; turning a free mut into a spendy remodel.  Not happening.  For now I put down our "so close to natural it looks real" plastic turf that we use camping, it's the current wrestling mat. 

Classy eh?  It was either that or put something sticky on his feet and that didn't seem healthy!

Gotta go.