Posts Tagged ‘puppy’
Wednesday’s Hero
This Weeks Post Was Suggested By Cindy
20 years old from Jemison, Alabama
1st Battalion, 24th Infantry Regiment, 1st Stryker Brigade Combat Team, 25th Infantry Division, Bravo Company
It was a mission just as important as any other they had encountered during their time in Afghanistan.
This time the 1-24 Infantry Battalion of the 1st Stryker Brigade Combat Team were determined to reunite soldier Donny Eslinger – who was seriously injured in a mortar attack in September – with a puppy he rescued during his deployment called Smoke.
And now it is Smoke’s turn to rescue Donny, says his father Seminole County sheriff Don Eslinger Sr, who reunited the puppy with his owner today.
When Donny, who was serving in Afghanistan, encountered the pup in August he fell in love with him and stashed him in his backpack to hike back to camp.
You can read more about Pfc. Eslinger here and here
These brave men and women sacrifice so much in their lives just so others may get to enjoy freedom. For that I am proud to call them Hero.
Those Who Say That We’re In A Time When There Are No Heroes, They Just Don’t Know Where To Look
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I Made Madison Cry . . .
Until I offered her some cake. 
About 2 am yesterday morning, I woke up. I literally sat straight up in bed and realized that 1. St Nick was suppose to come that night and 2. That Daisy (our puppy) had surgery scheduled. Needless to say, I got up and put the St. Nick gifts out right away. As for the puppy, I wasn’t 100% sure. What a great way to start your Monday morning.
I did call while I was taking Will to school, and Daisy was indeed scheduled to get fixed. I went and grabbed her and dropped her off. I didn’t have any time to prep the kids for this.
At dinner last night, Madison wanted to know why Daisy went to the doctor. (Well, that’s what I told her). I told her to ask Bill and he told her to ask me. (Nothing like passing the buck, right?). Now, how to you explain getting fixed to a six year old? I basically told her that Daisy was at the doctor and getting fixed so she couldn’t have puppies. (It wasn’t like I had any computer support or IT support that could google what you say to a six year old.) Obviously, this was NOT the correct thing to say, because she bursted out into tears. She wailed about how Daisy should have puppies and she’d take care of them, and on and on and on. It was pretty bad. Until . . . .
I offered her dessert. I asked Madison if she’d like some cake. Immediately stopped crying.
Note to self: Cake solves almost everything. However, on a more serious note, how do you explain why you get a dog fixed to a 3 and 6 year old. Any suggestions on what I should have done different?
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