Meet the Chaos Coordinator
Growing up, I always thought I’d be the one who coordinated schedules and kept things orderly. Then a pair of floppy ears and a wagging tail bounced into my life, and the role of Chaos Coordinator was suddenly outsourced to a canine. Meet [insert dog’s name here], my furry overlord. He’s convinced that the backyard is a jungle, the couch is a throne, and my shoes are chew toys. Each day with him starts with a slobbery kiss and ends with fur on everything. As I built this blog, the dog was at my feet, head on a pile of draft pages, making sure the content had his seal of approval.
Training a dog like this is a lesson in humility. We’ve attended puppy preschool, practiced recall in the yard, and done the classic heel-walk down the street. Still, he insists on inserting his own ideas. Sit? Only if there’s bacon. Stay? He’s not familiar with the concept. Fetch? Only if I promise to throw the ball again immediately. Routine is a word he only associates with feeding time. It’s part of his charm. Our training sessions have become less about achieving obedience and more about enjoying the process – the small wins when he comes when called, the joy of seeing him master a new trick.
Routines in a dog household are an exercise in resilience. Morning coffee? Sure, after he comes in from his 7 a.m. zoomies and shakes mud everywhere. Lunch? That’s when he hunts for crumbs under the kitchen table. Dinner time? He’ll remind me, nose nudging my leg while I chop vegetables. As I wrote about snack attacks and kitchen experiments in our food section, he was right there, sniffing the air and waiting for a taste test. When I shared how the dogs ate my schedule in our life section, it was because of him sleeping on my planner. Every meal, every blog draft, and every tidy plan is subject to his approval – which generally means letting chaos reign.
Despite the madness, there’s something deeply grounding about sharing life with a dog. He reminds me to get outside, take breaks, and laugh at little misadventures. His excitement when we head down to the pond cam (yes, the one you can watch live on our pond cam page!) is contagious. He investigates the koi, chases reflections, and sometimes photobombs the camera. If you’ve ever tuned into our unexpected pond guests updates in the WTF section, you’ve probably seen him there, ears perked, tilting his head at the underwater visitors. He is the heartbeat of this blog, the reason there are paw prints in the margins and hair on the keyboard.
So if you’re new here, consider this your official introduction to the creature who runs the show. My chaos coordinator keeps me humble, keeps my feet warm, and occasionally drags me away from a screen just when I need a break. Stick around – we have plenty more tales (and tails) to share in the days ahead.
