The Giles Family: Dog

Sunday, May 18, 2008

Dog

I got a dog. Well not just me... Two of my roommates decided they really wanted a dog. They asked me and I said it would be okay so long as it wasn't too big, didn't bark, and didn't shed.

I didn't think they'd actually get one for a while but two days after we talked about it they brought home a three month old pit bull. It's a boy, he's very mellow sleeps a lot and is NOT potty trained yet.

So if anyone knows how to potty train a dog let me know. I think my roommates are going to take him some place and find out but I bet it will take them a while to get around to it. Also if anyone has any great ideas for names place them along with your comments. We were calling him George Saint Pierre (he's a famous UFC fighter) but we just keep calling him George or Pierre and none of us really like either of those names much.

9 comments:

Sally said...: Yuck, I'm kind of jealous. It's cute. Except that it might eat children someday, but at least it doesn't bark. How about Guiseppe, and you can call him Juice. I'm just kidding. I don't know, but i'll keep names in mind.; May 19, 2008 at 8:16 AM
Sally said...: Bruiser?; May 19, 2008 at 8:09 PM
Mom said...: Riley. With all of you guys to play with, he'll be living the good life. (The "life of Riley").

I think I've heard that you put down newspaper and train him to go on the paper. Then move the paper outdoors. But I'll bet you can find good info online somewhere.

Have fun and teach him to be nice! Grandma has always said her favorite dog growing up was a pit bull, that you have to train them to be mean. So be good to him.; May 19, 2008 at 8:42 PM
Mom said...: Grandma says Geronimo...Gerry for short.; May 19, 2008 at 8:45 PM
Mom said...: Grandma also suggests Bible names--Jeremiah, Benjamin, Samson, etc.

I guess I'm a bit slow. I never realized that's what our dogs were named for...; May 19, 2008 at 9:31 PM
Amy said...: Wow jeff big responsibilty!! A dog almost as good as a girl friend except you only take it out when you want! Hope you are plaaning to have it inside in the HOT Vegas summer, where do you go to let it run around? That will be fun you were young when we had willy do you remember him much?; May 20, 2008 at 12:22 AM
Sally said...: So, what's the dog's name? And, also, I remembered to be a little mad because a long time ago you said we were going to live in San Diego and get a dog. I'm annoyed I got X'd out of the plan. Well, I guess we're both living half of it. And, btw, I got the better half! :); May 22, 2008 at 9:26 AM
Jeff Giles said...: You got the way better deal. I'd trade this dog to live in San Diego anytime. I'll trade him for some magic beans if he doesn't get potty trained soon.; May 22, 2008 at 10:36 AM
Kate said...: So are you making magic bean soup?; May 29, 2008 at 8:54 PM

Memories of Dad

* When Dad was in the hospital, and had been for a couple weeks. Tatum had been taking a little community tap dance class. Often when we were on our way home from school or anywhere we would stop by to say hello. Tatum wanted to show Dad her dance she was learning. Mom said "oh no, not here honey its just too loud" Dad quickly answered " No I want to see" Tatum was thrilled and Dad loved it or at least pretended he did.
* Dan was reminding me the other night about a story I had forgotten. Many of you probably remember how afraid of men Tatum was. Although she LOVED Dad and Jeff even though she hardly saw them. When Robin and Nick got married Mom and Dad came up for the wedding and stayed in a hotel. We came down from Provo and met them. As we were in the Lobby wating for them to come down,the elevator "dinged" Tatum turned to see and it was "Pappa" Tatum (about 2 yrs) just stood in one spot running and waving her arms! So excited that he was finally there. Dad with his big sweet smile walked over and scooped her up.
*I remember how whenever we went to Big Bear in spite of the fact that he'd been driving two hours. Without fail and without going into the house he would disappear with the blue Yamaha motorcycle. Then he'd be gone for as a much as two hours. Of course when he came back at least two of us kids would be waiting for him so we could go on a ride. The funnest thing for me was when he finally let me go it alone. I was about 12 and he let me red an old Honda. I fell and distinctly remember him saying something like don't tell your Mom about this.
*My biggest road trip with just Dad was going up to Idaho for my first semester. After leaving Joyce’s house on the second day we were passing Kolobe Canyon (which I pass all the time now) and he just took the exit, I don’t think he even asked me if I wanted to see it. We drove up the canyon a little ways and got out and looked around for a while. I had a disposable camera and we took some pictures. It was really beautiful, but mostly I was just happy to be with him--one of those rare spontaneous moments. Too bad I lost the camera somehow when I got to school.
*When Dana comes home from work the kids get excited and run to him and say "Daddy!" Lately, he's been saying "Yay!" in reply. I love it because I remember dad used to say the same thing a lot.
*Thinking of birthday cakes today, I remembered the first (and only) birthday cake Dad made for me. We weren't even engaged yet, and he was trying to make an impression. So he decided on the extraordinary plan to make a cake that would taste like a fruit salad; I suppose he was thinking ambrosia. He used an orange cake mix ( I don't think they even make them anymore) and strawberry flavored frosting (also thankfully retired). This must have been very early in the relationship or he might have guessed chocolate would have been more effective. I think I was polite, but I'm sure that cake never was finished. You all know he wasn't much of a cook, but I loved him for trying!
*Another funny memory I have was when Jeff was driving Mom's white car and it caught on fire. (We were living there with Mom and Dad) so we were all kneeling around the bed for prayers when jeff called. Dad anwsers, Jeff and said "the car is on fire, and the fire dept had to come put it out... kinda scared to tell I think. Dad yells YAAAHOOOO! Let it Burn! He was thrilled to be done with that car finally. And off he went to pick up Jeff!
* I was at the DMV the other day registering my new van (YEA!) When I remembered once running into Dad at the DMV in CA. It was so funny b/c he was dressed as usual in his roofer garb. Old dirty jeans and t-shirt and hat but the best part was that over the hat he was wearing those headphones the big ones with the little antanae sticking up on the side. Just standing there listening to whatever station he could get reception to in there. He was so funny I had to think for a moment to I really want to walk over and say "HI DAD!" Of couse I did. I'm glad for all those memories now.
*I just remembered a time when I was about 11. It was Sunday afternoon, I was wearing my cool new jean shorts, and dad was chasing me around the house. We were in the entry when he grabbed on to me by the belt loop on the back of my shorts. I pulled away really hard, and the loop ripped right off leaving a hole in my back side. I was so mad, but dad was laughing and laughing, so I started to laugh too. I’m sure mom was in the kitchen giving her usual opinion: ‘It’s all fun and games until…” Randa
*One of my most treasured memories is from when I was very little. For some reason I just loved when dad would hide behind the cereal box and then peek out at me from different sides- and the real suprise...the TOP! I loved that he really liked it too and played that game with me frequently. Very simple but very meaningful to me at the time. Katie
*One time driving to Utah with Dad, when I was 15 or so, we kept seeing signs for Hogi Yogi in Southern Utah. First we made fun of the goofy name. Then it started to sound good. Then we decided we'd have to stop and get some at that exit when it came. The exit came and we missed it. Dad got off at the next one and drove about 20 min through a small town, backtracking to the Hogi Yogi. We laughed about it the whole time. I love that Dad would go along with stupid kid stuff with us. Sally

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