To The Best Dog Ever

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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Dear Mom, From Your Daughter In College

Here are all the things our phone calls aren't long enough to say.

Dear Mom,

Do you remember when I was three and we would play together?

It was the age of princesses and carpet that was actually lava, and you were the prettiest woman in the whole wide world. Do you remember when I was in high school and the world seemed too big and scary? You would know exactly when to take me on a mother-daughter date and have me laughing about anything and everything, and you were the smartest woman in the whole wide world.

Now, I'm buried in homework and deadlines hours away from you and we don't get to talk as much you want, but you're still the prettiest, smartest woman in the whole wide world.

I'm sorry that I don't call you as much as I should, and you know a lot of what goes on in my world via posts and pictures. Our schedules just seem to never line up so we can have the three-hour conversations about everything like I want to. I know we don't agree on absolutely everything, but I cherish every piece of advice you give me, even though it probably seems like I'm hardly listening.

I know that sometimes we get on each other's nerves, but thank you for putting up with me for all of these years. Thank you for listening to me cry, complain, question things and go on and on about how everything in college is. I know I don't come home as much as I used to, but I think about you all the time. After all, you're my first friend, and therefore, my best friend.

Thank you for celebrating my successes with me, and not downing me too hard for my failures. Thank you for knowing what mistakes I shouldn't make, but letting me make them anyway because you want me to live my life and be my own person. Thank you for knowing when to ask about the boy I've been talking about, and when to stop without any questions. Thank you for letting me be my crazy, weird, sometimes know-it-all self.

Thank you for sitting back and watching me spread my wings and fly. There is no way I could have known how to grow into the woman I am today if I hadn't watched you while I was growing up so I would know what kind of person I should aspire to be. Thank you for being the first (and the best) role model I ever had. You continue to inspire and amaze me every day with all that you do, and all that you are.

I don't know how I got so lucky to have a person in my life like you, but I thank the Lord every night for blessing me with the smartest, prettiest person to be my best friend, my role model, my confidant, my person and most importantly, my mother.


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Your Relationship With Your Parents Changes Over Time, Here's Why

Four ways in which your relationship with your parents change from age eighteen to twenty-two.


Over spring break I had time to think about all the different ways in which my relationship with my parents has changed throughout college. We've definitely had our ups and downs, but as graduation grows closer, I take time to note how far we have come. From freshman to senior year of college I have undergone a drastic change in how I appreciate my parents.

At eighteen, I wanted to get as far away from my parents as possible. I was going to college in order to be independent, study, and hopefully make a career for myself. Nothing could stop me and no one could give me advice. I was stubborn and hungry to explore the new life that awaited me. I didn't realize how hard it would be being on my own for the first time ever. I had never even been to camp let alone moved to a different state not knowing a single soul. I was happy for the new opportunities but quickly realized how much I had been sheltered. Initially, I resented my parents for my little life experience going into college but as the years have passed I realized I can't be so immature to put my lack of knowledge on them. As an adult I now make things work and advocate for myself. Your struggles as an individual humble you so you can come back together better and stronger than before.

Here are some ways in which the relationship between you and your parents change:

1. You don't live together 24/7, so you appreciate time spent with them.

When you're not sharing a space with your parents and they are not there to nag at you about chores, you finally get to know them as people. As an adult yourself you begin to relate to them in ways that weren't possible in childhood.

2. You realize what is worth fighting over and what is not.

You have learned how to live on your own and set boundaries. As an adult, you come back home knowing what can be improved upon within the relationship and what are things you can let go.

3. You have experience with adulthood now and can understand how really great they are.

Adult struggles are real and now as someone older and wiser, you have experienced a great many. You then begin to realize how your parents took on all these responsibilities plus the responsibility of raising/providing for you. You don't know how they did it, but suddenly you're mad at sixteen-year-old you who fought them on everything.

4. They are your biggest support system in wanting you to achieve your dreams.

There is no one quite as invested in your dreams like your parents. When you have no one to turn to and nothing to give you that extra boost of motivation, parents are there. They may not be perfect but they love you more than anyone so call your parents.

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