The Old Folks Home

[Wisher1000]

Sending prayers for you and the puppy.

Thanks, I don't know if you are supposed to pray for dogs when there are so many people who need it worse, but I have to admit that I have sent up a few for this puppy. She is so small and has been through so much, she has won the hearts of everyone she's met and mostly, I don't want my son to remember his 12th birthday (Thursday) as the one where his birthday puppy died.

 

[Achickenwrangler#1]

Aw, of course you should pray for dogs. God created them, didn't he? He gave them each a special personality and the ability to befriend us. Its natural to want to protect your son from that sort of grief. I really feel for him at that age...heck, at any age it's hard to loose your dog.

 

[KnobbyOaks]

Okay, so I'm the newest member of the Old Yolks Home. HAHA. Sounds like a thread right up my alley.

 

[dsqard]

Wisher, I see absolutely nothing wrong with praying for a dog. They live in our hearts just like people do. They bring joy to our lives just like people do. Sending prayers out for your puppy so she gets better.

Welcome KnobbyOaks!

Totally understand about the MIL troubles. Lived with mine for about 8 years (and before anyone says I am a Saint for it, I wasn't in my mind

so no I wasn't). She didn't spread lies or rumors but the woman was very proud. All you ever heard about was her family, her kids and any achievements they had done (no matter how small). It was difficult because she and my kids (step grandchildren) did not get along. I know she was old and set in her ways and I tried very hard to accomodate her feelings and wishes for that time. I just kept telling the kids, she is not going to change so learn how to deal with it. My bigest problem is that she would go to DH and complain about them or me to him. After years of doing this I had enough and had a sit down with my kids and her (no DH since I was trying to keep him out of the middle as much as possible). I let the kids air their complaints, I aired my complaints and I gave her time to air her complaints to see if we could come to an agreement on how to deal with it all. I told her if she had an issue with me or the kids she was to come to me. I told her I would decide if it needed to be addressed. I told her she had been given the chance to screw up raising her kids and now it was my turn with my kids. I don't think she appreciated that. At the end I asked her to stop putting DH in the middle and come to me. That lasted for a day or so. At that point I just really resented her. DH kept saying that she respected me and I say she didn't respect me but feared me. Not physically but she feared what I would do because she knew I was strong and would eventually just unload my thoughts about her on her. DH went overseas and during that time we found out we were moving to Utah which actually was a blessing in disguise because I had already made up my mind that when he came back home I was going to move out. I didn't want to leave him but I wasn't going to make him put his mother out on the street either. I just knew that I couldn't take that atmosphere any more. The move to Utah saved us the heartache since she wound up moving in with her other son in town.

 

[mickey328]

Absolutely pray for dogs! They are the answer to many of our prayers so I think they deserve them back. I believe they have souls and they go to heaven...because it couldn't be heaven if there were no dogs there. Just MHO.

 

[Achickenwrangler#1]

Wow eight years. Must have been an eternity. What chaff me about those types of situations is it could have been a better time for all to remember. You know the phrase - set in her ways? Isn't that an excuse for bad behavior? Although its true, its hard to change, it takes alot of effort. Alot of that generation seems to be passive aggressive too...being straight forward (even today) is seen as argumentative and confrontational....personally I prefer if someone just come forward and says whatever it is they want, mostly cause I just won't GET it if they don't. I tell the grandkids..just say what you want, the answer is yes or no..if you whine around the answer is no, regardless, cause all I hear is whine....and it makes me just want to say no and run away screaming. If you speak normally, at least you have a fifty fifty chance of getting what you want. (And then you can go ask GPA) at least no more whining. Man, all I can think is eight years...don't blame you for getting ready to leave.

 

[Arielle]

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Sending prayers for you and the puppy.

Thanks, I don't know if you are supposed to pray for dogs when there are so many people who need it worse, but I have to admit that I have sent up a few for this puppy. She is so small and has been through so much, she has won the hearts of everyone she's met and mostly, I don't want my son to remember his 12th birthday (Thursday) as the one where his birthday puppy died.

Absolutely pray for dogs! They are the answer to many of our prayers so I think they deserve them back. I believe they have souls and they go to heaven...because it couldn't be heaven if there were no dogs there. Just MHO.

I know I have enough prayers for everyone. Pope Paul was asked once about prayer--he prays while he is walking from place to place. I thought, wow, a priest who prays in a hallway! NOT what I had pictured at all. We have discussed it at Bible Study--we all beleived dogs have a soul. So yea, prayers for your cherished little dog.

THe closest smiley I can find for a prayer.

 

[Arielle]

Wow eight years. Must have been an eternity. What chaff me about those types of situations is it could have been a better time for all to remember. You know the phrase - set in her ways? Isn't that an excuse for bad behavior? Although its true, its hard to change, it takes alot of effort. Alot of that generation seems to be passive aggressive too...being straight forward (even today) is seen as argumentative and confrontational....personally I prefer if someone just come forward and says whatever it is they want, mostly cause I just won't GET it if they don't. I tell the grandkids..just say what you want, the answer is yes or no..if you whine around the answer is no, regardless, cause all I hear is whine....and it makes me just want to say no and run away screaming. If you speak normally, at least you have a fifty fifty chance of getting what you want. (And then you can go ask GPA) at least no more whining. Man, all I can think is eight years...don't blame you for getting ready to leave.

My mother actually excuses her bahvior because she was an only child. Very spoiled and selfish. She has so much she can give stuff away with out blinking, well almost. She makes sure she is giving away the things she doesn't want any more. I hope I have done better. Giving is a work in progress; I could do better.

My mother must be passive aggressive and when that doesn't work she becomes confrontational. LOL Very manipulating. Yuk!

I use a phrase from my MIL " Make an "I "statement." She raised 4 boys. Gets right to the point, right quick.

 

[7 Biddies]

My mother actually excuses her bahvior because she was an only child. Very spoiled and selfish.

My mother, too, was very spoiled and selfish ... and a big snob. But, she wasn't an only child. However, she thought *she* was the only one that mattered. When I once asked why we didn't see more of her brother and his wife and kids, she responded, "They're not our kind, dear". Her BROTHER! She felt he and his family were beneath her.

Another time, I was taking her to the doctor for a post-op check up after breaking her hip. She saw me park the car, so came out her door and started down the very same concrete stairs upon which she had fallen and broken said hip. Worried she'd fall again, I ran up the stairs to get her, missing one. Falling on my face, I lay there, banged and bruised. She looked down at me and said, "I love your jeans. Where can I get some?"

(Can you feel the love?)

She was truly one of a kind.

 

[KnobbyOaks]

Falling on my face, I lay there, banged and bruised. She looked down at me and said, "I love your jeans. Where can I get some?"

OUCH!