Welcome to the Harrells

My husband and I are in our late twenties - he informed me of this fact last night. When did "late twenties" happen? Anyway, we have been married for slightly over 4 years, own a condo in a (basically) retirement community in a suburb of Memphis, and are the proud parents of two children of the canine species.

Son number one was born on April 28, 2007. A precocious little black and white Shih-tzu, we named Thurston P. Harrell, III. We call him Thurst, sometimes Hunnie, and sometimes Pookie, but mostly its Thurst. My mom calls him Noodle - I don't know why.

Son number two was born on January 31, 2009. A very affectionate (and gorgeous, I might add) blue merle Great Dane, we named him Jackson Maximalin Harrell. Maximalin was his father's name. We call him Jack - so does everyone else, I think.

Not sure on how we came to have such two very different kinds of dogs, but it sure makes for an interesting life.

Daily schedule:
6:00am: wake up, iron Brad's clothes, take dogs out one by one, make Brad's breakfast and lunch.

7:00am: Have coffee, read magazine, or begin daily computer checking regimen. Begin on emails, church planning stuff, etc.

9:00am : take dogs out again, maybe together

9:30am: Back in for more computer stuff, practicing music, going through music, etc.
By this time, dogs are fully awake and running rampant through the house, Thurst practicing his usual soprano vocalises for the entire building to hear.

10:00am: Seperate dogs. Thurst in kitchen, Jack where ever I am. Must have peace.

Noon: lunch time. Let Jack in kitchen to eat - he doesn't. He just wants to torture Thurst. More soprano vocalises, but by now its mostly Mozart arias.

12:30pm: I am gettin g hungry - find something to eat, while mopping up drool that oozes from Jack's mouth each time someone turn the stove on.

1:00pm: Dogs out again. Possibly try to corral the both of the while checking the mailbox. They see a neighbor walking. Incessant barking takes place - full embarassment, dogs go back inside.

1:30pm: Finally. Go across the street to teach piano lessons. What a relief. Jack in his kennel, Thurst in the kitchen.

7:00pm: Arrive home to husband sitting in front of computer and dogs asleep on the carpet beside him. They notice Mommy is home. Happiness abounds. I love that.

7:10pm: Ask Brad if they've been outside recently? Not since you've been home? Take both dogs out. Jack immediately does #1 and #2. Thurston must sniff every blade of grass in community before doing either. Two hours later, arrive back at home; 3 microscopic turds in hand.

9:00pm: Too tired to cook. Heat up leftovers or drive to nearest fast food restaurant.

9:45pm: Eat french fries in bed. Try to keep dogs off of bed because of food.

10:30pm: Take dogs out one last time. Jack goes, Thurst does not. Good night!