Why are dogs so special?

To The Best Dog Ever

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This is Guinness. She was adopted on Saint Patrick's day and loves licking beer bottles. She not only has green eyes and a creamy beer color coat, but she's also named after the most famous Irish draft. 13/10.

When I was born, I already had three dogs. Two of them had belonged to my dad when he got married to my mom; they were named Kasey and Murphy. The other was my mom's; Gracey. The dogs were great and to say the least I probably took away all the attention from them and since they never acted out when I came into the world, they were the most patient and cooperative doggos ever.

Murphy was my favorite when I was little. Most likely because he was older and gentle. I couldn't pronounce his full name so I called him Murph. He died when I was six and I hadn't cried that much before then. Kasey was a mutt. She had been abused before my dad found her. She was a cuddler and did whatever I wanted her to, she let me paint her toes and put my clothes on her. She died just before we moved out of our first house. Gracey was a golden retriever and the youngest out of the dogs so she moved with us into the new house. She was the typical golden, attention loving, cheerful and loved ear rubs. She would lay on the couch in my parents' bedroom which we slept on together whenever I had a bad dream. She died when I was nine.

When I no longer had a dog to wake up for school in the morning, it wasn't much fun. So my parents, the dog lovers they are, decided to take a trip to the Durham Animal Shelter where we spent the day picking out a dog.

The puppies available were located way in the back so it had already been a few hours of dog visitation before we got to them. When we got back to the section of young dogs, we saw Guinness. She was in a kennel with her sister and her original name was Summer. She was a fluffy snowball with the biggest green eyes. We asked to spend time with her and when she came into the visitation room, I picked her up and she flipped right out of my hands. I knew she was the one.

As my mom signed the adoption papers and my dad went to Petsmart to pick out some accessories, I held her in my small 10-year-old twig arms and started thinking of names. It wasn't until we got home and she started licking my dad's Guinness beer bottle in cheers of St. Patricks Day in the Colgan (very Irish last name) household that my parents knew she should be named after their favorite drink.

Two years after getting Guinness, we got another dog named Lucy. Lucy was small and a runt, she had a lot of health issues and just recently passed away at six, but Guinness is still kicking it at nine years old)

Guinness has been with me throughout my entire transitional part of life. I think that's why she's my favorite.

Guinness not only is the most fluffy husky hybrid mix ever, but she's also very calm and collected. She doesn't mind I lay all my body weight on her or when I annoy her naptime. She used to be a pain in the ass to walk because she loved to smell everything, but I think she understood how impatient I was when I got off work/school and all I wanted to do was lay down.

Whenever I can't make a decision about something, I'd let Guinness decide for me by laying down the options in front of her. Whenever the snow fell we would go outside and run around since the snow was her favorite weather. Guinness was bigger than all the dogs in the past so she could easily jump to my height and let me squeeze her. I'd consider Guinness the best boy picker too, whoever she was calm around when she first met a boy I knew he'd be a good one.

When Guinness does pass away in the next few years, I hope I won't be there when it happens because I'll probably sob for days. Guinness was the dog that really made me a dog person and the one that made huskies my favorite breed.

So cheers Guinness. You were a month old when we adopted you in March of 2010, so you should technically be nine years old very soon. You are the best dog a gal could ask for.

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13 Signs You're Turning Into Your Mother

The older you get, the more you wonder how she can possibly do it all.
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We may think that we’re so different from our mothers, but let’s face it… we know that we’re going to end up just like them. (And that’s definitely not a bad thing!!) Yes, your mom probably made you get awful bangs at some point, but she told you that you were beautiful through your awkward stage and she continues to show you unconditional love every single day. So in honor of Mother’s Day coming up, I decided to reflect on some things that make you think, “I’m turning into my mother”...

1. You have a new found love for HGTV.

Thanks mom for introducing me to the show Fixer Upper, now we can both obsess over Chip and Joanna together. #shiplapforeve r

2. You say "text me when you're home" to your friends.

This may be something very mom-like to say, but hey better safe than sorry!

3. You bring a jacket with you everywhere.

You’re the friend that will always bring a jacket to an event due to the chance that it could get chilly. Or even better, you’ve been the one to remind others to bring their jackets too.

4. You aren't as up to date with pop culture.

Who sings this song again?? Wait, they broke up??

5. You feel a deep obligation to clean before guests come over.

If you’ve recently felt stressed or panicked because your place is a mess and you have company coming over, you may be experiencing the universal “crazy mom cleaning mode.”

6. You always have tissues.

Because you never know when someone’s going to spill or sneeze, and you might as well be prepared amiright?

7. You enjoy giving gifts.

The older you get, the more joy you find in making others happy with finding that perfect gift.

8. You use your email frequently.

Suddenly you actually use and check your email multiple times each day like a functioning adult. Why can’t we go back to the times when you only needed your email to make a club penguin account??

9. You get excited about sales, deals, and coupons.

Admit it, the occasional coupon here and there is thrilling.

10. You cook her recipes.

But let’s be real, you usually have to call your mom at least 5 times because you have questions about how to successfully cook something without burning it.

11. You use a planner to organize your life.

How else are you going to keep track of all of your assignments, appointments, and social events??

12. You have an obscene amount of Tupperware.

Bonus points if you use old containers from other foods as your “Tupperware."

13. You appreciate your mom for everything she does.

The older you get, the more you wonder how she can possibly do it all. You’re forever thankful to have such a strong and fabulous woman to look up to in your life!

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My Life Has Not Been The Same Since I Met My Father

He showed me angels, and told me I could put my weapons down because I've got protectors.

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I rang in 2019 with sexual sin and instead of being convicted, I felt condemnation (see previous blog post). This, coupled with isolation and watching my fellow seniors have future plans while I didn't have any for post-undergrad, caused me to be in a dark place from January to the first week of April. I honestly didn't want to live anymore, convinced there was no point to my life. Three months, 1 week, and 3 days later, I went on my first A Life Retreat from April 11th to the 14th.

We arrived at the retreat site on the 11th at night so I was just expectant for the next day, but I was trying not to be excited because I didn't want to be brokenhearted if Jesus passed me by. On the 12th, during the last session for the day, many of my peers were getting delivered. I was praying for their deliverance while hoping for my encounter with Christ. However, something shifted in me and I became jealous. I remember thinking I wish I had some demons in me so that God will finally pay me some attention (we could unpack another day so this post isn't 5 pages long). I began to doubt God, I stopped praying and was looking around with a cynical smile on my face.

After the leadership team dismissed us, I went to sit down, angry and dejected. Someone asked me if I was okay. I lied, answering yes. Another person asked me; I lied again. A third person asked, and I finally told the truth saying, "no, but it's whatever". She asked if she could pray for me and I said, "you can do what you want but it's not going to change anything". I reasoned, if God won't show up for me when I prayed for myself, why would He show up when someone else does. With persistence, she began to pray for me, but I wasn't paying attention. I was just thinking she will be done soon and go her way.

She didn't end quickly so I began hearing the words of her prayer. She was saying, "God loves you." I was chuckling, thinking yeah, right. As she continued to pray those sweet words over me, telling me what God was saying and thinking about me, I began to speak out loud what was in mind, telling her that she was lying. After some back and forth, some A Life leaders came over and began to pray for me and after a good fight, deliverance took place. I became free from the stronghold of the spirit of doubt.

The next day, I was hypersensitive to the voice of God. At the beginning of the first session, I heard Him tell me to put my shield down and what I saw behind it was incredible. I had detached a part of myself that was much younger than the current me and I would transfer all the blame of my past onto her. Everything I hated about myself I put on her (this younger version of me). God told me I was supposed to unite with her, but I didn't want to. I told myself I was shielding her to protect her, but actually, I was trying to hide her in order to hate myself less or to avoid judgment. I couldn't move forward until we became one. After another deliverance session in which I was able to forgive myself and reconcile all parts of me, I felt empty, but in a good way. While on break for the day, I remember thanking God for freeing me and asking Him to fill me back up.

Throughout the last session on the 13th, He showed up and showed out for His little girl. I saw multiple visions of how much God loves me. I don't really have an intimate relationship with my natural father so what happened that night was pivotal in my life.

In my first vision, while I was praising and worshipping Him, God told me to rest my head on His shoulder while He told me how much He loves me.

Then He told me to lay my head on his lap and at this point, I'm crying because He's also telling me how He feels about me and how beautiful I am.

He showed me angels, multitudes, and told me I could put my weapons away because I've got protectors and defenders.

He told me that they had always been there even when I could not see them and He did all this while hugging me.

There was so much more that God told me and showed me, but I'm focusing on these few because it tackled the daddy issues and brother issues I had.

My life has literally not been the same ever since April 13th, 2019. I don't even know how to put into words how my life has been, how I have felt, how much love I have in my life. I just want everyone else in the world to feel what I feel, to know what I know, to encounter WHO I encountered. I also want to thank the A Life leadership team. Just in case any of you are reading this, "thank you. I can only imagine the amount of time you had to spend in your secret place with The Most High so that you were able to war for me, and the other A Lifers with Him in the open. May our Father replenish and reward you for being dedicated to people to see them saved and FREE. I love you all."

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