Meet two amazing Pentecostal dogs

"Dogs are not our whole lives, but they make our lives whole." ~ Roger Caras

 It was my my husband's idea to get Max and Maddie in the first place. I resisted the thought of getting another dog, because I know what it takes to really care for them properly. It's a huge investment of time, energy and money.  We got not one but two dogs. I promptly fell head-over-heels in love with them and the rest is history.

Max is a mix of American Bulldog & Olde English Bulldog.  Maddie is a mix of English Bulldog and Boxer. We go places and do things on our day off but I can't wait to get back home to them. Being away on our day off no longer has the same appeal that it used to. And I don't get as excited about vacation as I previously did because it means leaving them. I anticipate a good time on trips, but it's kind of a double edged sword because it means being away from them and I know no matter how good anyone cares for them they don't do all the pretty much insane  things I do.

The kids complain about how much I baby them, and I just tell them to get to the altar and get over their jealous spirit.

So the rest of my family was away the last few days, for the Fine Arts festival in Ormond Beach, and I was home working, and taking care of the dogs. I wasn't really alone at all because the dogs are amazing company.

Instead of going to their own beds at night, they sleep with me. I love taking naps with them, and sleeping all night between the two of them is pretty much the best snuggling ever.  Larry would never allow that with him at home.  But when it's just me and the dogs at home, we get to break the rules just for that time.

We have whole conversations. All the time.

I say, "Max, hop up on the bed and let Mommy clean your ears," he hops right up. If I say, "are you ready for supper?" they go right to their bowls. "Want to go out?" they go right to the door. "Come give me a hug/kiss"...they do that too. A lot! 

This makes me think they also understand the myriad of  other stuff I pour my heart out to them about. If they could talk instead of just bark, what a tale they could tell. But I know they wouldn't. They are loyal to a fault.

It's been a while since I put photos of them here on the blog and with being with them this weekend I got my good camera out and took some. They happily oblige me when I take pictures. Max is more of a poser than Maddie. He knows how to work it for the camera.

I love Max's expressions. His eyes are always so kind looking, just like his nature.

 Maddie takes over more than the bed...she also takes over Larry's chair while he's gone. 

This is Max's, "Don't blame me! I didn't do it!" look.

If you came to our house, they'd be the first to greet you at the door...

 and see you off when you left, and hate to see you go...

I always say they are "people people". And Larry says, "they're not people, Deanna. They're dogs. So they are dogs who love people."


I say, "whatever Larry...they are people-people to me."


And he says, "that's the problem, you treat them like people. Then they go around thinking they are people."


I say, "I'm not aware that we have a problem..." 

And he says nothing and just rolls his eyes.

I remind him, he's the one who went out and got these dogs in the first place.

Now he has to live with the fact that they've stolen my heart.

And the fact that I talk to them, pray with them, sing to them, blog about them and fall asleep while I'm watching Fox News with them.  

If you haven't already, I hope some day you get to meet my two amazing Pentecostal dogs. For those say it's impossible to have Pentecostal dogs, I simply say how do you know for a fact that they are or are not Pentecostal?


I live with them. A person with an experience is never at the mercy of a person with an argument.


They are Pentecostal dogs. Deal with it.