If my dog were ...

... an architect, she'd be Pup-minster Fuller.
... a musician, she'd be a pup star.
... on Sesame Street, she'd be Pup-pleupagus.
... in politics, she'd be a re-pup-lican.
... food, she'd be pup-ernickle bread.
... in a Halloween costume, she'd be a pup-kin.
... in a movie, it would be Pup Fiction.
... an 80's odd stuffed animal, she'd be a Pup-ple.
... camping gear, she'd be a pup tent.
... a snack, she'd be pup-corn.

Something Lost, Something Gained

When you lose something dear to you, it makes an impact on your life. This past week, my wedding ring went missing. It encircled my finger, and my finger feels naked without it. Its loss brought into sharp relief what it symbolized. My loving wife is still here, and we are still very much in love. I miss that constant reminder of our love.

However, that loss sparked a gain. My parents happened to be flying in this weekend. My father and I rented a metal detector, in futile hope of finding the ring. However, in that working together, we gained something that we had lost. On Saturday, after our scan of the yard turned sour, we wound up building a pregnant snow-woman together. On Sunday, we returned and renewed our efforts, bolstered by the warm weather. Our search still fruitless, we wound up in a snowball fight. It's the most fun I've had with my father in a long time.

I am truly thankful and blessed for this weekend.