More Insight Into Who the Heck We Are

by Cait

Shifting gears slightly from the project posts in the works, I thought I’d give a little more info on who Robert and I are.

Me with Oak Tree

This is me, Caitlin, known to friends as Cait or Catie.  Animal/dog lover who is obsessed with all things green (mainly the color, but I do love me some earth-friendly products), coffee and football related.  To borrow a line from Sex and the City “I was raised in the church of be nice to people and don’t talk with your mouth full”.  As a former art major, I reserve the rights to play the “I think I can make something out of this” card.  A lot.  Which sometimes results in the dining room table being covered in Starbucks cards a slightly cluttered art room.  And thankfully I have a patient husband who puts up with my craziness.  And does the vacuuming because of my allergies.

R

Robert is my adventurous and fun-loving husband.  He is also quite handy.  You name it and he has probably done it, knows how to do it, or knows someone who can.  That pretty much goes for all things home renovation related, car or motorcycle related, and sports related (ok, well, maybe I hold the majority of the football knowledge, but he’s catching up on that front).  I don’t know if it comes from his upbringing, all the soccer and baseball he played, the BMX and surfing, the industry he works in or what, but this kid cannot go anywhere without seeing someone he knows.  Seriously.  My college graduation 200 miles away from our home town?  Yup, he knew people there.  He is finishing up a business degree while working full time, which makes him pretty much my hero.  I cannot even imagine working full time and taking college classes that involve math at the same time. I worked part time at a coffee shop during college and only took statistics when I needed a math credit (thank you credits from high school, for taking care of pretty much everything else, seriously, math and I are not BFFs).

You already know that we met at Habitat for Humanity, but you probably don’t know that we met in a shower.  Hey, you in the back, get your dirty mind out of the gutter!  I was scraping paint and plaster over-spray off the shower walls.

Fast forward to 2007 after we’d been back together for awhile and this guy entered our lives.

freckles

Freckles is our furry first born.  According to the Humane Society’s records he’s from South Carolina, and the fact that we think he’s a mix of American Staffordshire Terrier, some kind of retreiver, and maybe a little Pointer points to the idea that he may have been bred as a hunting dog.  Having lived with him for three years now though, I can say with absolute certainty that he would have been a terrible hunting dog.  Don’t get me wrong, Freckle Face can tree a cat with the best of them, but he’s terrified of loud noises.  Fireworks make him whine (remind me to tell you the story of the 4th of July in 2009, which was spent on a dock 20 yards from where someone was setting off fireworks… good times), thunder sends him searching for a place to hide or a lap to crawl into, and I don’t really want to know what gunshots make him do.  But I’m guessing it’s not “retreive the fallen animal”.  As far as the rest of his personality, it’s pretty much the dog version of Robert, but without the “knowing someone everywhere he goes”.

dots

Dots came into our lives in 2008 when, as usual, I was “just looking” at the Humane Society’s website.  I was pretty much smitten after seeing her furry little face.  (Wouldn’t you be?)  Her story was heartbreaking, and so after begging and pleading reminding the nice folks at the Humane Society who our other dog was, they let us foster-to-adopt her while she finished up her second heartworm treatment in a year.  Two very wiggly years later, I can’t (or maybe more that I just don’t want to) imagine life without her.  If you’ll excuse the slightly hokey tangent, she’s one of those dogs who seems to sense when you feel sad or when you’re sick, and she takes the sadness or sickness from you.  You could also simply say “it is impossibly to be unhappy around this dog”.  We think she is a mix of American Staffordshire Terrier and Pointer, but sometimes people ask if she has Dalmatian in her.  We don’t have a lot to go off of other than her medical records from the Humane Society, because she wasn’t an owner surrender like Freckles, but we think she was probably a stray and might have had a litter of puppies before the Humane Society got her.

Anyway, that’s a brief introduction to our little family, and later on today I’ll post at least one of the projects we’ve done around the house.

And what does it say about me that I had more to say about the dogs than I did about the hubs and about myself?

12 Responses to “More Insight Into Who the Heck We Are”

  1. What beautiful dogs! Is Dots part Dalmatian? She’s gorgeous!

    • Thanks Em! We considered Dalmatian, but she seems to have an English Pointer profile and her spots are brown instead of black, so we think she’s part Pointer, part American Staffordshire Terrier, but she was a stray so we don’t really know for sure.

  2. Ack! I see now that you wrote that in the post! Sorry!

  3. Love this post, it is so nice to hear a bloggers “story”. And I really recognie the “I can make something of this”-statement. Drives my hubby crazy too. ;-)

    Lovely dogs!

  4. I enjoy posts like this :)

    And I’m in love with your puppers!

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