Our First Visit to the Animal Shelter

I have been looking for a legitimate excuse to convince my husband to visit the local animal shelter with the whole family.

Then I saw a small announcement in the local paper: a flea market and an open house at the animal shelter last Sunday! I marked the date, hoped for good weather and wished that my husband would be in a consenting mood on that day.

Sunday came. After a short hike to our mountain garden and the family still in the mood for an adventure; I announced my intention to visit the animal shelter. The girls asked why. I told them because there's a flea market and because I wanted to see the dogs.

MC started asking if we could bring home another dog. 'Why should we visit an animal shelter if we are not allowed to bring home a dog?,' she argued. I told her to just enjoy the visit first. Let's wait and see.

IC is a bit sceptic. The best thing is that my husband finally consented! (I have been begging to visit the animal shelter for a long time but my husband is not too enthusiastic about it; don't ask me why!)

We left our dog, Rikki, in the car. She is in heat and we don't want any accidents!

The first thing that we saw are the flea market stands. I thought they would only be selling items for animals but it looked like the normal flea market stands with various household knick-knacks and even a large book stand! But we didn't get the chance to check the items out because we heard the excited barks of dogs.

IC's a bit apprehensive so she was clinging to me; although she was, at the same time, stirring me forcefully to the direction of the barks. We skipped the small animals section (they also have cats, rabbits, etc). MC, meanwhile, is already marching alone, too excited to wait for us.

Nope, we were not allowed to touch them, nor feed them. I cautioned the girls against doing those things.

Then we saw them, the dogs. Big dogs, small dogs. Noisy ones, quiet ones. Shy dogs, friendly dogs. Scary ones, cute ones. I don't know but I suddenly felt emotional; seeing those dogs waiting for the 'right' owner. Some of them staying in the shelter for most of their lives, some of them are returnees, some of them recovering from bad experiences, some of them too cute for their own good, some of them too scared to show-off.

If I could, I would have brought half of them home! But I didn't say anything because...

I already saw MC starting to fall in love with a German Sheperd cuddled in his blanket. She wanted us to bring him home because he looks so sad.

IC was quietly making her way through. I was reading the cards with names, description and history of the dogs for her. She immediately stopped and listened with interest when I told her that the dog in front of her who is quietly oberving us inside the dog house lost an ear because of a bad experience in the past. And IC decided, this is the dog she have been waiting for a long time to have.

To help a little to the shelter's cause and to console my girls who were very much disappointed because they were not allowed to bring home their 'dogs', we bought some of the yummy homemade cakes on sale.

And I repeat, I could have brought home half of the dogs in the shelter. But I cannot. We cannot.
The next day, we decided to bake dozens of dog biscuits that we would donate to the shelter. We promised to help anyway we can.

I think I was not the only one emotionally affected by that very short animal shelter visit. And that was the reason why I wanted to bring the girls with me; I wanted them to be aware about animals in need. I wanted them to know that they could do something to help. Helping me to bake dog biscuits for the animal shelter is the first big step.

Shhh, MC's Listening

Dinner time.

The kids wanted to be excused from the table, we said yes. My husband and I were having an animated discussion that could always jump from one topic to another.

And then he started talking about some sexy stories he heard that really made us both laugh out loud (nope, am not sharing it, sorry :D); he was really into it and was becoming loud, he didnt notice that MC creeped back into her place at the dining table.

It was only when I saw MC's smile almost reaching her ears that I realized, that the Papa's still into his sexy stories. I kicked him under the table; he stopped and it took a few seconds before he realized why I had to hurt him! And why he had to stop!

And then I asked MC with a smile, 'and, why are you smiling?' Well, her smile only grew wider and she wont get out of the dinner table until my husband and I stood up to clear the table! And yes, papa stopped his story telling; but not after MC caught some interesting parts!

Well, what could we do? Kids ears get longer when the stories are not for their ears :D

Sex Education in Third Grade

I remember that we started sex education in the fifth grade and boys would be separated from girls during the class. And I dont really know if I learned something, because I would only remember us giggling during the class. I think I learned more about the reproductive system when I was in high school and that was because of the pocket books that I devoured.

Now I just learned that Germany's school system offers sex education in third grade. Isnt it too early to be giving the third graders a sex eduction class?

Here might be the answer. An acquaintance told this story.

During the sex education class of her little boy, he volunteered to the teacher that he knows for sure that his mom and dad have had sex twice only. Yep. Only two times. And he is sure of this because there were only two babies born: his sister and him!

I should be bracing myself :D Although MC have started asking about sex before her fifth birthday, read here.

Sex and Cosmopolitan

I used to subscribe to Cosmopolitan Magazine. I savored their magazine. I enjoyed reading the new fashion trends, I even imagined wearing those clothes. I examined my face wearing those make ups. I oggled those celebrity news in glee.

But I set aside those famous new sexual positions, I always skipped them. I wanted to read them with my husband, with the hope that we would be doing those moves together, while reading them. Wow, that would be something! Imagine those magazines being crumpled and shredded into pieces just because we cant get enough of those moves. Hot, hot, hot!

After three years, I cancelled my subscription to Cosmopolitan Magazine. And those sexual positions? I never did read them. I even held on to them in the hope that, maybe, just maybe... one night or two nights' tumble in bed and we could cover all those magazine issues! That would be 36 plus at least 2 special issues per year, huh!

Because you see, not reading those sexual positions part made me realize something. Who’s really reading those things? And doing those things? I mean, if you are on the brink of your satisfaction, who would go back to the pointers in the magazine? Would you think: ooops, I should not be doing that or you should move your legs to the right, or I need to hold it like that... Thinking would definitely spoil the moment.

I mean, enough of reading those teasers. That would only confuse you. Focus on what you want. Concentrate on your body, on his body. Touch, touch, touch. Caress. Be gentle. Nudge. And tell him. And show him. And experiment together. I mean, you can experiment alone first and then discover if he would love your mastery. Some element of surprise tickles making love, too.

After a year of smelling those old magazines, I sold them on Ebay. But I did find out some new sexual positions, with the help of my partner, of course!

This post was first published at The Goddess in You.