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Tears enough to fill the oceans
Exhaustion.
Tears.
Dread.
Tears.
Frustration.
Tears.
Mourning the loss of him before he’s gone…for years.
Anger, lots of anger.
Many more tears.
Heartsick.
Lost.
Alone.
Tears never stop.
Where did the good times go?
Love is gone
All that remains is a shell, a sham.
Tears flow.
New collars in the house
It takes a special person to produce such well-made collars. I am always so impressed when I get the new ones, that I keep ordering more from her. My dogs have an extensive collar wardrobe. They are reasonably priced, washable, and last longer than any I ever bought in a store.
You can find my friend on Facebook. https://www.facebook.com/pages/Collar-My-World-Custom-Collars-and-Accessories/399914493430389
She’s never disappointed me and always stands behind her product.
You all have a good one!
She’s grounded
As a bull terrier owner I can tell you there are bruises on my body that I have no idea or remembrance of how I got them.
Why?
Because I am stepped on, run into, head butted, and jumped on regularly.
These dogs are not for the weak of heart.
They test you daily.
Lucy found out what the major sin in this house is. It is chewing up a book. One. Never. Chews. A. Book. Here. Three minutes I was out of the room. I returned to find her sitting in front of the damaged book with her tail wagging like mad.
I don’t think she’s ever been yelled at by me even once in the year she’s been here. This time she got it. She also got jail time so I could cool off.
Yes, Lucy is grounded. No free run time when Mom or Dad aren’t with her for a while.
Lucky for her she’s so cute.
Gavin’s day
I loves my snuggles wiff Mom and Dad.
I will gib my paw to anyone who habs a cookie.
I lubs to chew mah pink bowling pin. I am in touch wiff my feminine side.
I let my liddle sister pester me.
Thiz spot on mize noze is my kissy spot. Thatz what da Momma tells me it iz.
A day in the life of Lucy.
I playz hard.
Woof.
I pwotectz da Mumma, Daddy, and my big brover.
I makez sure my Daddy getz upstairz safewy.
I snugglez my Daddy.
I teazes my Brudder all da time.
I sleepz wiff my Mumma on da couch.
Night, night.
Lazy day pictures from my garden
With all the rain, my garden is in dire need of weeding and mulching. I haven’t gotten around to it yet.
The front porch looks pretty nice too.
Shark week and shark fest
Okay, someone explain to me my need to watch these shows.
I keep flipping between the channels.
Sharks have always given me the creeps and that’s why I don’t understand why I am watching these shows!
Okay, yeah, those are wolves on the screen, but if I took a picture now it’d be sharks up there.
Stress relief…or I love you but…
Ever have one of those days where you just can’t stand the sound of the other half’s voice for one more minute?
Yeah, that was me the last two days.
My solution for days like that is to pull out the MP3 player and pop in the head phones.
Music = mini vacation.
Updates to begin the week
One good thing all the rain we’re having is doing. It is stopping the idiots from setting off fireworks. We can only hope that their enthusiasm for blowing things up wanes and peace continues. If we’re real lucky, all they have left got wet.
Lucy is happy.
Three more days of rain predicted.
Fourth injection of Rebif for The Curmudgeon. He actually drove himself to his pain management appointment. He is still having trouble walking but not as visibly as before. Let’s hope this continues.
The damned squirrels ate all the plum tomatoes and most of the regular ones even with the plants caged in chicken wire. Picture below taken before I put up the chicken wire.
Again? You want out again?
Oh yeah, The Curmudgeon did his third injection of Rebiff. Not sure if we’re seeing any results yet. However, with him it is difficult to tell if he’s improving or not since he spends most of his time sitting in his damned chair watching TV.
Don’t mind me this was one of those days where I felt like everyone’s slave.
Is it any wonder that I don’t get any writing done these days?
My butt would no sooner hit a chair and one of the dogs or The Curmudgeon wanted me to do something for them. I have so much I need to do but they have me running in circles so much I can’t even catch my breath much less catch up on things.
Happy 4th?
I hope you all had a good fourth of July. We certainly did not.
The thugs down the street thought it was so much fun to set off a gazillion heavy duty fireworks day and night and scare the crap out of all the neighborhood pets.
Gavin wasn’t bothered in the least but he’s always been bomb proof since he was a pup. On the other hand, poor Lucy spent the day and night terrified and wouldn’t even go pee when taken outside. I fear we may have a wet floor by morning.
Yes, I am wishing to move again, still, …whatever. I am no longer happy with this neighborhood, city, or state. I yearn a quiet place.
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