Thursday, November 10, 2011

It's Complicated

Around here, we seem to have a pattern of making our lives a little bit more complicated when things seem to be going well.

It started out when we were quite young. Instead of choosing city life with its predictable paychecks, reliable utilities service, and easy access to food and supplies, we moved to the middle of nowhere. Then we chose to turn our simple lives upside down by having a child. When we were blessed with the perfect family of one boy and one girl, a comfortable arrangement in a three-bedroom home, we added two more babies and stacked them up on bunkbeds. Our once tidy porch now resembles the end of the arena during a boot race event.

Our career choices have not been made with consideration for convenience, either. We once had jobs that offered health insurance and vacation time, but that was too easy for us. We chose to forego such security and instead subject ourselves to the whims of Mother Nature.

We could not remain content with simply farming, which allowed so much down time in the winter. Instead, we chose to diversify with cattle, which led to horses and hay and approximately 10 minutes of free time every two years or so. When our two geldings started getting along fairly well, we mixed things up by throwing a mare into the mix. The chickens were happy and laying well, so we bought a straight run of chicks that turned out to be 80 percent roosters.

Recently, we realized that life was becoming too manageable once again. The kids are old enough that they can be fairly self sufficient. I no longer need to hire a babysitter so I can mow the grass. We’re sleeping through the night consistently. When I leave the house, I don’t need to pack a diaper bag complete with toys and special food.

Naturally, this easy existence could not be tolerated for long. As soon as the demands of calving were over, we started to look for a way to make our lives more difficult. Our problem arrived in the form of a two-month-old mutt named Angus.


We are no longer burdened with several hours of consecutive sleep. We can no longer leave home without hiring a sitter or packing toys, food, and a change of clothes. The boot laden porch is a puppy paradise, stocked with every variety of leather chew toy that a dog could desire, while the store-bought dog toys lay abandoned in a heap.

While this is not the first puppy we have raised, we have discovered that our discipline is a bit softer than it was 15 years ago. The fourth puppy, much like the fourth child, is the beneficiary of privileges that its predecessors did not enjoy. The first puppies slept in a doghouse with an old blanket and had a sock with a knot tied in it for a toy. This puppy has a doghouse with a puppy pillow, several doggie toys, a box of doggie treats, a crate with yet another puppy pillow, and a shiny new collar and leash.


The previous dogs ate from an old frying pan and drank from the stock tanks at the corral. This dog has its very own special dual chambered food and water dish.  The dogs have never been allowed in the living room of our home, let alone on the furniture. This dog lounges on the couch watching TV with its master every night. In the morning, its expensive dog crate and pillow go unused while it snoozes between our pillows.

Many times, mostly at 3 a.m., I wonder what we were thinking by bringing this complication into our lives. But then the kids wake up and play with him in the backyard, and I remember. With each of these complications in life, we find new adventures and make new memories. Our choices may not have been made for our convenience, but in the long run, there are very few of them that I would have made differently.



Hedgetoad said...

so cute!

I've been thinking about adding a similar complication to our lives... but I'm still undecided.

Star said...

Loved the post (as usual), cute pic, thanks! Star

Heather in ND said...

It's not complicated... it's called living life to it's fullest!!! This sounds just like our lives too. Two highschool sweethearts get married,rent a place and farm a little then have one farm more, cattle, horses, cats, dog, rabbit, 5 more kids to go with the one we had, build a house on land we now own. Wow we'll just rest when we're old!

Alica said...

Love, love, love the puppy! Our dogs, while sometimes a major interruption in life, have been one of the best things we ever did for our kids! :)

Dawn said...

So, how's it going with the puppy? Has everyone fallen into their new position as pet and pet owners?

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Dawn said...

Come back to blogging! I've missed your writing!!!

(Hope all is well and a happy, busy life has kept you away.)

Larissa said...

I know you wrote this blog quite some time ago...but I have just stumbled upon it and it truly seems meant to be. My husband and I are right now contemplating taking the big step of packing up our 4 kids and cat and moving to the country...I have really enjoyed your post and they are an inspiration! Thanks

Michele Latham said...

Your path sounds similar to ours! Let me tell you from experience, the kids (and puppies) do grow up! Enjoy every minute.

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