Monthly Archives: June 2014
A clean bill of health
Waiting for her name to be called.
Still waiting…
Charming the reception staff
So cute!
She gave kisses to everyone she met
Waiting in the exam room
This is where her big brother will hide under the chairs
What is under there?
She even snooped in a drawer the tech opened.
Ready for my exam!
You had to violate my starfishie, really?!
Adventure?
We’z going on an adventure today! Da Momma sez I getz to meetz my new dogtorz later dis afternoonz.
She sez she’z taking da camera wiff us.
Eggzpectz kewl picturez tomorrow!
Mending the shattered heart
As each dog left our lives we cried and mourned and felt as though our hearts, shattered to bits, would never recover. However, hearts are resilient if you allow them to be.
You allow another fur baby to burrow into your heart and glue the shattered pieces back where they belong. Each one is different and brings a new joy. If you shy away from ‘ever having another one’ you don’t give your heart the healing it needs.
If you’ve recently lost a beloved fur baby, take heart, there’s always another one who needs you as much (or more) as you need it. Let someone in your heart to glue it back together.
Our little heart mender
Her big brudder.
You gonna eat that?
What is that?
Am I gonna like it?
We is having a snuggle you may leave us alone.
A little privacy please.
Oh my! Talk about giving someone the stink eye.
There are days…
A friend, who lives down the street, stopped by this afternoon to bring us The Curmudgeon’s truck registration and insurance papers. He found them near his house. Yes, someone got into The Curmudgeon’s truck. Again. This time they didn’t break the windows to get in, they simply opened the freaking door. My darling husband left his truck unlocked. He’s so lucky he only lost an old wallet that the papers were in and the key for his wheel locks. (Assholes!)
The group of brats, who are now older, and much worse than when they began to damage things around here several years ago, was back to their old tricks today. Sometimes I wish it was legal to shoot idiots. Although, around here, I’d run out of ammunition pretty darned quick.
At least the dogs kept us laughing.
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