Stephanie Newton Books

I don’t know why it is that dogs will sniff until they find the one stinky spot in the yard and then joyfully roll in it.  Today when we got home from a day long shopping expedition, it was very apparent to all of us that the time had come for the poodles to get a bath.  They did not agree.

I take their collars off and they know right then that water is involved and they start running for their hiding place under the entertainment center.  Fortunately, I know this, so I head them off at the end of the hall and toss them into the tub.  A few minutes later, they smell like lavender and look like little scrawny rats.  And they are mad.

But baths are good for them.  I’m trying to remember as I’m heading into this teaching time that things that aren’t comfortable are sometimes the best.  Last night was my first class with my husband–co-facilitating the Fireproofing Your Marriage class.  I can say right now, without any hesitation, the two of us are going to learn more about marriage than anyone else in the class.  (The first thing we learned is that both of us have to have a microphone, heh) Although I know that these next forty days of the Love Dare are not always going to be easy, and sometimes I’m going to want to quit and run for the safety of the space underneath the entertainment center, we are going to be glad that we did this.  But we still won’t be fluffy and white like Honey after a bath!