Little Bo Pup

 

Little Bo Pup in parking lot of vet's office

 
We can take a lesson from Lucian....in all things be happy!  That pup had surgery on Monday -the procedure- and although his eyes were glassy and he was dopey from the drugs, he had a smile; yes, dogs can too smile, Moana whines (now if only Moana would take the hint!) on his face and a song in his heart....or maybe that was gas!?!

Our only instructions, give him pain meds once a day and keep him calm and quiet for ....(drum roll please).....14 days!  WHAT THE HECK??? Do you not know Lucian?  First thing the pup did when he got home was chase the cat into the next room

 ...and I had him on a leash, which means

 I chased the cat into the next room!
 Also in the instructions, no jumping. Yeah, right. Okay, we'll just keep him in the crate for 14 days....NOT!

No running.  See previous comment about walking, er, running through the front door.  #failedatstart

No licking or biting incision.  Let me just preface with this....most men envy this dog!  He has a long neck and a long tongue and is svelte (meaning he can contort into strange positions) and yes, reach his man parts even WITH A CONE AROUND HIS NECK!  #failingmiserablyatpostsurgeryinstructions

That's right! No cone will stop me

And that, my friends, was Day 1.

Wake up everyone at 4:45 a.m.  Take a nap at 9:00 a.m. Momma says GRRRRRR. Ha Ha....she's funny when her makes that face.

I'm counting all this as activity points.  #justsaying

Have a great Wednesday, Grainiacs, we are half-way to the weekend.  Hallelujah The Boy will be home to help!! 

 

Sassy Pants

So here's the thing.  I've been trying to let my hair grow out.  I've done this many times.  I see my friends' long hair and I think: I WANT THAT!!!! (Oh Moana, when will you ever learn?)  I don't look good with long hair.  Let me rephrase that....I don't know what I would look like with long hair now because I can never let it grow too long before it bothers me:

6) Because I have to wash it and style it (doesn't look good left to its own devices)

5) I wind up putting it in a ponytail

4) I wind up buying curlers because I keep giving them away when I cut my hair

3) #6 mean I have to get up and get dressed and styled earlier

2) Afraid I'll look like Granny Klampit from the Beverly Hillbillies if I leave it down

1) But the #1 reason is: I feel sassy with short hair

Shaggy from Scooby-Doo has been found!

Sassy Strawberry struttin' her stuff!

My hairdresser says I can't help but be sassy.  Oh, I love him!!!

The Empty Nest takes in a Puppy

I do it to myself, you know?  I have no self-control.  I admit it.  I couldn't stop with one child-- no I had 4 (and God has blessed me over and over again with those 4.  I love you guys. sniff sniff).  I couldn't have one chip-- hells-no; I had to eat the whole bag!  I was not satisfied with sewing as a creative outlet.  Nope, not this glutton.  I wanted to try my hand at tee-shirt painting, jewelry making, greeting card crafting, stamping, mop angel making, cake decorating, brownie decorating (yes, it is a thing), etc. etc.  AND I have to buy ALL the paraphernalia that goes with said projects.  Oh and now I am into "journaling" in my planner....did I mention scrapbooking????

Could this Strawberry be happy with one pet?  HA, I laugh in your face.  We've had at least 2 dogs since being married (Shawn and Tasha- RIP) and a cat, Bear Kitty- Grandmom called him a "devil cat"-- Bear is now in heaven with Grandmom!  =)

The house was beginning to move in rhythm and I was delighting in my much anticipated life as a slug.  Even the animals were getting along; yet my last baby bird was about to leave the nest.  Maybe subconsciously I was grieving (okay I outright cried in my car several times!) but did I really need to replace the hole in my heart with a puppy????? The crying would eventually stop (it did 3 times before!). I can't even blame this puppy on the kids because I was the one who found him and sort of encouraged the union.  This big bouncy puppy bounded into our hearts from the git-go.  But still......self-control.....self-control.....self-control, Strawberry.

My life as a slug has ended before it began.  Each morning the house awakes to a different time.  Monday it was 4:30 a.m.  Tuesday it was 2:30 a.m. (BP is at least consistent with the half hour waking time!).  This morning it was a glorious 6:30 a.m.!!!  Call me crazy, but I feel refreshed when I can wake after 6 a.m.

Yesterday I ran a few errands and decided to let BP stay in the TV room with his rawhide toy and plastic tire toy.  I can't even come home from errands and be a slug.  BP decided Hubby's briefcase was a lot more tasty than his rawhide or chew toy.

hmmmm, the taste of faux leather melts my heart! chomp chomp

If only he had stopped there.  I could have come home and sat down; it's hot out there!!!  No, BP did not even consider I might be tired from running errands.  Guess what?  The briefcase was unzipped and the financial records inside the briefcase were a lot more fun to throw around and rip apart!

This is a photo op, people.  When I came home the briefcase was on the floor and a ream of paper littered the room.

Can we say crate training????

Happy Wednesday, Grainiacs.  It's Hump Day!!!!

Happy Labor Day

Happy Labor Day!  I saw a meme that has a dog saying "I thought it was Happy Labrador Day!"  In our house it is Happy Dog day.  Did I tell you Boy took off to college but also adopted a dog?  Funny thing, dogs are not allowed in the dorms.  Who knew?  So Big Puppy is living with us and Garbage Gut, and Oliver, and Calvin, and Baby Kitty (also belonging to Boy!).

My Mom is laughing.  As a child, I wanted to "adopt" every orphaned animal that passed by our place.  Her catch phrase was "when you have a house of your own, you can have as many animals as you want."  I blame this savior syndrome on her (oh yes, I do!!!).  

who's a happy puppy????

My Labor Day started at 4:30 a.m. (thank you, Big Puppy, for the wake-up call, but we did NOT set alarms this morning!).  No one wakes up at 4:30 a.m. so BP should not even have that time on his radar and Lord knows Boy NEVER EVER woke up at 4:30 a.m.  Of course he might have still been awake at that time, but never just waking up then.  We have no idea why he wakes....but we take him out for a potty break....just in case.

My dessert date fizzled out today so I'm dressed for cleaning.  I vacuumed the hallway and BP peed because he obviously does not like that sound.  Yes, I know it is a foreign sound to him.  I wonder if I do it more, he will get used to it?  naaahhhh....it's not April Fool's Day!!!!

I think I'm nearing the "wake up at 4 a.m. and take a nap at 11:30 a.m." phase of my life. Yes, I'm gonna be one of those people (which, when you think about it, isn't such a bad thing; especially now.....considering!).

Yeah, I woke up the family at 4 a.m.  My work here is done!