No, there’s not another furry member of our family. Nope, he’s not an inanimate best friend like Teddy either. Harris… is a toad. And he’s not just any toad. He’s Emmett’s toad. Do you remember when we first moved into the house and I was super nervous because we heard the story on NPR about the dog who became addicted to licking toads? I’m not sure if that’s what’s going on
DIY no-sew cat bed
So, I have this issue. From what I understand, this is pretty typical. Newt wants to be in the middle of my workspace, no matter what I'm doing. I love her company. I really do. My problem comes in when she settles in, and then decides that me doing my work is disturbing her! I reach over her to get to my binder or to type on my keyboard... and
Up, up, and away! @BlogPaws, here I come!
Okay, so I'm actually writing this the night before I leave because my flight is at 6:40 am (ughhh), and since morning's aren't my strength, I knew I wouldn't have time. Off to BlogPaws! I'm so excited! And nervous!! But mostly EXCITED! So, when I was at Global, two different people said they'd never recognize me from the pics on my website. Hmm. So, last night when John got home from work,
Dear Lucas
Oh, my dear Lucas. We missed your anniversary. In the hustle of the last few weeks, we bypassed celebrating our seventh (!!) anniversary of having you in our lives. Sorry about that, buddy. But I'll make it up to you today (after your wound check at the vet... sorry about that, too). When I write these anniversary letters, I find myself reminiscing about the highest highs
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