Buddy helped me decorate the front porch yesterday morning.
He’s the creative genius behind most of this blog.
He watches over the projects I create and paces behind the scenes of every photoshoot and comes up and lays his head on my knee when I’m working and nudges me when I’m lost in thought on the next word to write on the post.
I was thinking as I was decorating that I’m not sure if I’ve ever shared the story about Buddy.
I think about it all the time.
How perfect he is.
How he holds our family together.
How he knows what each of us needs and keeps watch over all the humans that live here with him.
And to think it all of that might have never happened.
But Buddy knew better.
So today is all about simple easy front porch projects that I’m sharing with Homes.com and the story of a dog that we weren’t even looking for…
…that knew that we needed him all along.
Thirteen years ago we lived in a farmhouse in Kentucky.
The house sat on 13 beautiful bluegrass acres with a pond and a creek and blue skies and deer and salamanders and frogs and a symphony of crickets and a tortoise named Fred.
It was perfect. And idyllic. And picturesque. And peaceful.
Except for one thing.
Our family wanted a dog.
Everyone else wanted a dog—except me.
You see. When you live on 13 acres, there’s mud and dirt and mayhem and snow and rain and pasture and creek that all gets tracked into your home. It is a full-time job just keeping up with the footprints. I already had six sets of footprints I was trying to un-mud from the 100-year-old floors.
And I didn’t want another four.
Never, I said.
We’d get a dog one day, I said. But now? I had too many footprints on my plate.
And so to assuage the little humans and to quiet the roar of discontent, I agreed to visit our local animal shelter.
Just to look, I said.
We’d hug the dogs and make them feel special and get in our puppy hug and go on our merry way.
Every dog needs a hug, I said. They just don’t need to come home with us right now.
So we went to the shelter and hugged all the dogs and covered our faces with slobbery dog kisses and cuddled the puppies and then we turned to leave. Just as we were about to head out of the kennel area, I noticed one dog off to the side by itself.
Why is that dog over there, I asked. Why is he all by himself?
A family just brought him back, they told me.
They said he was too hard to handle. He was too hyper. He was too exuberant.
Simply put, he was too much.
Those words bounced off the center of my heart and boomeranged into my soul. Too much? What? They brought him back because he was too much? That’s what people always say about me.
I’m too much.
What if someone brought me back?
I couldn’t stand it.
I asked them if they could open the kennel and so they did and 60 pounds of golden fur came flying out of that door. He rushed over to us and jumped on all of us and wagged his tail so hard that I thought it might fall off and jumped and spun around and barked.
And I think I even saw him smile.
He was a lot.
He was over-the-top.
He was joy and exuberance and ebullience and effervescence all rolled into 60 pounds of tail-wagging EXTRA.
Just like us.
Buddy came home with us that day. That was the name that the shelter gave him and it stuck. He’s the center of the family and the glue that holds us all together.
And the best part?
He’s 14 now and he acts like he’s 4.
He’s still extra after all these years.
And I wouldn’t want it any other way. 🙂
I’m sharing all the step-by-step for the Christmas front door projects over on Homes.com today.
You can see them here.
How to make a buffalo check bow
How to make a eucalyptus garland
How to make monogrammed planters
How to make a twig wreath
How to make a monogrammed doormat
How to make a magnolia wreath
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