Nicole Davies

Hello! My name is Nicole and I am a Marine spouse and mother of three daughters, ages 16, 10, and 7. I have been a stay-at-home mom most of their lives while also pursuing my Master’s degree in Marriage and Family Therapy. In the past I have worked as a social worker for child welfare in the state of Pennsylvania. I have also taught preschool for ages 2.5 - 4. During my master’s program I interned as a therapist at an inpatient psychiatric hospital working with adults, teens, and kids. My ultimate goal is to become an independently licensed therapist. Our family has lived in Onslow County for 10 of the last 15 years, which has given my children a stability that is rare among military families. While NC has been my home for several years now, I am still a Yankee at heart! I will always choose a Philly cheesesteak over a pulled-pork sandwich. In addition to taking care of my family and my educational pursuits, I enjoy traveling to destinations near and far; a novel in which I can get lost; and chatting with friends over a good cup of coffee.

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Our Houseguest…

He just can't understand why she'd leave for school!?

We have had a houseguest this week…of the canine variety.  And I have to admit that the mom who never wanted to give in to my kids’ demands to get a dog has really enjoyed having Scamp around.

What’s not to like about a sweet creature who is already very well trained and has great manners and wants nothing from me except some love and attention and the occasional treat?  I have kind of enjoyed having that wet nose come up from behind the desk chair and nudge my arm out to let me know it is time to take a break and rub his ears and talk to him a little bit.  As a matter of fact, most of that very sentence was typed one-handed for that very reason.  It’s almost like he knew I was writing about him!

Scamp’s favorite person in the whole world had to go out of town for work and Lexie really, really wanted to dog-sit for him.  She promised me she’d do all the care-taking.  And she really has done a good job of it.  She gets him fed and walked a bit every morning before she heads to her college classes and has come home during her short break every day to spend a little time with him.  Other than having to be reminded (nagged?!) to sweep the tumbleweeds of shed hair from the house, Lexie has taken complete responsibility for Scamp’s care.  I haven’t had to do anything but the fun stuff like accepting snuggles and talking him through those sad moments when Lexie has to leave the house.

The first time Lexie had to leave for school while Scamp was here was pretty sad.  Scamp stood at the door and cried.  And then he curled up on the floor by the door and cried.  And then he walked around the house a bit and cried.  The poor dog.  He really does love my girl.  I tried to console him and spent a good part of that day sitting on the floor and snuggling him and trying to reassure him.  We bonded.  His sadness at her leaving was nothing compared to his joy when Lexie came back.  What a greeting she got when she walked back in the door!  He leaped and barked and wriggled around and made both of us giggle.

A few days into his visit I heard a major racket coming from the stairs.  I went to the front of the house to see what was gong on and found Scamp and Lexie racing up and down the stairs.  It was a pretty competitive game and neither of them was holding back at all.  It was very similar to some of the antics high school Lexie and her human friends and every bit as entertaining.  Did I mention that I’ve enjoyed having Scamp around?

Scamp’s owner is supposed to come back home today and retrieve him and all his food and treats and toys.  I am going to miss that wet nose poking me in the arm looking for a little attention and having him underfoot every time I head into the kitchen just in case I drop any food on the floor.  And I’ll miss observing that sweet bond Lexie has with him.

 

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