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He spends most of his day with the new babies,  just watching, sometimes licking them clean, sometimes trying to get them to move somewhere he feels they should be.

He is never less than gentle, always patient, always loving.

 Emma Grace is comfortable leaving them in his giant gentle paws for hours at a time while she does, well, whatever it is she does – outside. They may hiss at me occasionally, but when Saber is around, they meow and climb all over him. 

This is trust.


My son, Derek, found Saber, a young German Shepard, roaming around – lost and hungry – at the Panama City airport 2 years ago. He was working there, and living in a very small trailer at the time. Saber was about 8 months old at the time, and he had issues. Derek kept him in the trailer with him for a couple of weeks, until he realized it just wasn’t going to work.  That’s when he somehow (and I am still trying to figure this out) talked me into accepting this undisciplined dog into my home.

Saber was found with a shock collar around his neck, and we soon figured out why. He would bark continuously for hours. Somehow we finally rid him of that bad habit. But others remained. He wasn’t trained; apparently he had never been in a house before. So, I bought a $100 crate to keep him in while we weren’t home with him. It didn’t take long to figure out that this wasn’t going to work with him either. Saber was terrified of being caged. He would hurt himself trying to get out. We tried making it a ‘fun’ place, going into the cage with him, feeding him in it, giving him treats in it, everything we could think of. We finally gave up when, while having him boarded while we went on a trip at Christmas time, he cut himself wide open trying to climb out of a 6 foot high cage at the vet. He had to have 16 stitches.

Over the next months, he slowly adjusted to life with us. I’m sure it helped to have our older, wiser, gentler, more disciplined Shepard, Shaba, to help teach him the error of his ways! And Shaba did do just that. If Saber got out of line, Shaba would (and still does) put him right back in his place.  Now, he comes as soon as he is called, never has house accidents anymore, and has proven to be the sweetest, most loving, most affectionate dog I have ever known. He is terrified of thunderstorms or load noises and will crawl under any table or find any hiding place to try to get away from it. He hates to be disciplined, and will do anything to be loved on.

Derek hated leaving him with us, as he wanted to keep Saber with himself. But he knew how difficult that was, if not impossible. Especially when he went off to school/Army Reserve Training in Wyoming. Sometimes it is months at a time between his visits, and when he is able to see Saber. Yet, even when it has been many months, Saber still remembers him, and greets him much more enthusiastically than anyone else. When Derek is home, Saber sleeps with him, goes for rides with him, plays with him, and basically never leaves his side. Saber still, somehow, remembers that Derek is his master.

So, when Derek started packing a few days ago, to head back to Wyoming, Saber could tell something was up. For 2 days, he was stuck like glue to Derek’s leg. I believe he is beginning to understand that when someone starts packing things, they are leaving. As Derek loaded up his truck, Saber began to get excited – maybe he was going for another ride! Each load, he happily romped outside, then jumped into the truck and back out again, every time Derek came back in for another load. Finally, Derek was ready to say his good-byes. Hugs were given all around, then he said a long good-bye to Shaba, and finally it was Sabers turn. Suddenly, Sabers whole demeanor changed. The tail stopped wagging. The ears went on full alert. The head cocked to one side as if to ask  “what’s going on here?” Derek walked out the door without him, and instead of running to the windows, barking, watching to see him leave (as he always does when someone leaves, and as Shaba was currently doing), Saber just sat and stared out the door. He just sat there for a moment, then looked over at my husband, who was sitting in a chair in front of him, walked over to the chair, and put his great big head in my husbands lap.

Most of the rest of the day, Saber spent upstairs in Derek’s room, laying on the bed.

Do dogs cry? Yes, I believe they do. I believe their hearts rejoice, I believe their hearts remember, and I believe their hearts can break. Just as my heart breaks as I watch him wander around the house and yard looking for his best friend and not finding him, not understanding where he went or why he left. Who would have ever guessed that I would fall in love with this undisciplined, crazy, hyper, untrained, beautiful, sweet, loving, affectionate dog?

I received the shock of my life this evening when my son walked in the front door! He has been attending college in Wyoming as well as drill weekends once a month up at Fort Billings (he is in the army reserves). Classes finished up this past friday, and he had drill over the weekend. I was under the understanding that he was moving in with friends for a couple of weeks till he had to leve for military training, in June. He and a friend took off yesterday afternoon and drove straight through. My husband and both my daughters were in on the surprise. The girls had met Derek about 1/2 mile down the road, where he left his truck , so I wouldn’t see him pull up. The dogs started barking like they do when someone is here, but I didn’t see a vehicle, so I figured it was the neighbors. Then I heard the door open and I heard Sheena’s voice (my oldest daughter), so I figured it was just her. Then Derek walks around the corner in a cowboy hat! It took me  few seconds to realize it was him , then I just kept hugging him, til eventually we both were crying. So for a few hours tonight I had all my babies home with me, til the girls had to head home again. Derek will stay for about 10 days until he has to leave for training for Afghanistan (which he leaves for in September). I will soak in every moment and cherish them while I can.

It has been a crazy busy week, with more to come just like it! The bathroom that I use for storage of gowns and dresses to be worked on, is stuffed full, even though I am moving them to the spare bedroom as I finish themand they await pick-up. I have the dress bags hanging from my dress rack (yes, it’s in the shower), from doorways, and even windows in another room. I am currently starting and finishing a  dress a day just to keep up. I have an unbelievable number of last minute brides this year! Brides – WHY DO YOU WAIT TILL 1 WEEK BEFORE THE WEDDING BEFORE GETTING YOUR ALTERATIONS SCHEDULED????? However, the good news is that – somehow, and unbelievably – I seem to be gaining. Just a bit, but enough that today I was able to take time to get groceries!! First time in over a week! I also took time to wash the pollen off my car (finally), run a dust cloth over the pollen accumulating on my furniture, catch up on e-mails, and bake a batch of cookies. Well, they came from refridgeted dough. Does that count? And my naughty dog ate half of them.

Body bags in the shower.Body bags hanging from the window sil.Hanging from the door ledge.

Lying in wait in the spare bedroom.

 I also finished a dress order from my store at Etsy, and got it sent off.


Front of Melanie's Ivory Beaded Chiffon Dress

Back of Melanie's Ivory Beaded Chiffon Dress

Funny story – in washing my car today – keep in mind I have a mustang convertible. I was cleaning the inside ( where thepollen had also accumulated) and ran in the house to grab a trash bag. I had left the doors open on the car, and when I came back out, I had 1 german shepard in the back seat, laying down, one very big german shepard trying to sit in the front passenger seat, and my lazy assistant, EmmaGrace (cute cat) sitting in the drivers seat! They all just looked at me,as if to say, ” We are ready, where have you been? Lets go!” Where is the camera when you really need it?

I also took the time to get registered for the upcoming ASG conference, scheduled to be here in Atlanta in August. I’ve never been to this one befor, but after inquiries made on PR, I decided to take the plunge. Signed up for classes every day. I was so disappointed in the Sewing Expo this year, I was ready to just toss the registration info on this one. Hope I am not disappointed.

So, as you can see, I don’t sleep much these days. As they say though, I can sleep when I’m dead!


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