And peeing. Over the weekend, our local humane association hosted the annual Run for the Animals fundraiser. John was registered to run the 5k, and Emmett and I were registered to do the one-mile dog walk. It was a perfect morning! Sunny but not hot. A little breezy but not cold. We got to the park a bit early to participate in the morning "doga" - or, dog yoga - class. I will say that it
She loves me. She loves me not.
A solid 100% of the times that I pick Newt up, she bites me. When she sits on my desk - and I dare to type - she bites me. If she's on the kitchen counter or on the table and I reach out to, say, answer my phone, she bites me. She does not bite John. He contends that all this biting is her trying to entice me to play. But... Every morning when I wake up, I open my eyes, and I'm
The Sneaky Treat
I'm not sure when or how it started. But our nightly routine has a comic twist. Every night, either John or I will say, "Time for bed!" And Emmett and Cooper dash upstairs to their spots in our room. Lucas, though, prefers to sleep downstairs. I suspect he gets too hot - or maybe Emmett's snoring disturbs him - but he never sleeps upstairs, even though there's plenty of room for him. The
Mine! All mine!
Before we left Louisiana, some friends were getting rid of their fire pit. It needed TLC and elbow grease, so we brought it to Indiana with us, sanded it, cleaned it, then repainted it. And it's been sitting on our patio ever since because, also before we left Louisiana, we got rid of our patio table and chairs. Leaving them out in our bayou backyard was really harsh on the pieces, and they were
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