We're Insane!

So about a month ago Jay and I were laying in bed and he read a post to me about a male weimaraner who was hurt and laying outside of a community swimming pool on 4th Street. We are both big weim lovers because of our Ally Girl and hoped/assumed that the person who had posted about him had taken him home. Well two days later the post shows back up on Jay's newsfeed and after reading the comments he realizes that the weim is still out at the pool. I was getting a pedicure and Jay calls to tell me that he's going to pick the dog up and take him to the vet because they think his leg is broken. Jay got him loaded up and figured out that his leg wasn't broken--he wasn't walking because his paws were severely burned from walking on the hot asphalt. :( He ran him to Live Oak and had them check for a chip (no such luck) and asked what to do for his paws and them brought him home. Long story short--we've tried to re-home him twice but it hasn't worked out. He is a PERFECT angel at our house but nowhere else! We have called him several names and he only answers to Cooper. We have both agreed that this is insane and that we're not keeping a 75lb male weim with a new baby due in 2 months but he seems to be staying for now. He's potty trained, knows commands and sleeps all night in the dog room with Ally and Stella. He is sweet to the other dogs and they seem to like him and he is OBSESSED with me. He's my shadow boy! We're probably getting too attached but we'll just see what happens. Dogs must be similar to children, once you have 3...what's one more?

Here are a few pictures of the new guy in our lives. 

Meet Cooper Jack!

Playing ball

Being a total lover boy

Loves going outside and doesn't scratch or jump like our bad weim girl. 

These two are my shadows. 

Loves to play. 

I guess we'll see where this goes. We both want him but it seems a little nuts given the life change we're about to experience. 

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Heart Matters

Hey blogging world (I don't think anyone actually follows me...), I'm back! I'm not promising to be back regularly but this week has taken a toll on my heart, and I'm reminded why I started blogging in the first place. Life is uncertain and can change in an instant. Three examples of this occurred this week and by the end of the week I was shaken but thankful. 

On Monday a 9 year old boy was in a golf cart crash near one of Jay's work sites. His crew was the first on the scene and lifted the golf cart off of him. He's in critical condition in the ICU and his status continues to change. 

On Tuesday morning I read that my favorite blogger, Arkansas native, Leslie Sisti, died at the age of 30 of a heart condition. Leslie left behind a husband and two baby girls under the age of two. She was one of the first and only blogs that I still read and even though it sounds strange, I felt like I really knew her. Her blog was uplifting, fun, funny, real and I think that her girls will feel like they know their momma when they read it one day.  Tuesday night was an odd one. Jay and I both slept very little thinking about these two life changing events that happened to strangers but both felt impacted. I prayed so long for Leslie's family and then I prayed that God would keep my own family safe. 

On Thursday morning, Jay left the house around 7:30am and  I was getting ready to leave around 8:10am when I heard Jay come back in. I met him in the hall and he was stripped down to his underwear and had blood dripping down his legs and arm. He was checking on a pool and tripped and fell 7ft into the deep end of an empty concrete swimming pool. He is pretty scratched up and needed stitches and X-rays on his elbow but is otherwise ok. Maybe it's because I'm pregnant or maybe it's because of the other events of the week but I have teared up on multiple occasions since Jay's accident thinking of how thankful I am that things didn't end up differently. It only takes a second for your entire world to be turned upside down. 

The content of this post is a little heavier than I usually take things but I'm thankful for the reminder to be thankful. 

In other news, I'm 27 weeks pregnant this week with our first baby--a little boy. His name is Whitaker Graham Taylor. Pregnancy has not been my cup of tea (ugh) but I can't wait to meet our little guy in October. Here are a couple of recent pictures. 

Jay and me at a wedding that Matt and Brittney were a part of. 

Random bump picture in the work restroom. 

There's a human in there. 

The start of Whit's nursery. My favorite part of pregnancy is definitely decorating the nursery!

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