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!!!!