Does this title mean anything to anyone?
It doesn’t to the humans around here. Nor to furry creatures, either. Like this dude here:
Adamantly opposed
Tag: dogs
A nothing post with pictures
My still teacherless child has been watching youtube videos on how to make space buns.
Space buns is a thing you do with hair. A type of hairstyle. Did you know this?
I didn’t. I do now and so do you. You’re welcome. 😉
Dramatic drama brought to you by puppy poop
Here’s the (not so) short version of what consumes my life at the moment:
Also:
💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩💩
I slipped on the wet back porch, fell and landed in puppy poop this morning. He pooped on the deck, not on the grass. The deck is raised. We have to go down five steps to reach the lawn.
The maniac puppy can do this, navigate the steps. He does this every day a million times. IT’S NOT THE END OF THE FRICKIN’ WORLD.
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Looking ahead: reflections and gratitude
Announcement
The end of 2020 will mark many endings, and a few new beginnings.
Redirect me to this statement next time I sound exasperated, exhausted, depressed, anxious or confused. (Basically every 15 minutes or so.) 😉
Something’s gotta give. So I’m writing down my master plan, a sort of directional instruction guide.
20 minutes
Yesterday I had 20 minutes to myself. The entire day. Which began at 5 am.
I’m always up early. Mornings are my quiet time to write, or read. Except not now, because…puppy.
Weekend adventures
This morning I got kicked out of the bedroom at 6.
“Go sit in the kitchen,” he said.
I was disturbing him with a slight cough.
Glass half full vs glass half empty
I live a weird life.
I’m sure you’re not surprised at this revelation… 🙄
Allow me to elaborate:
I live in two main residences. #spoiled
There’s the house I co-own with the kids’ dad, and there’s the home I grew up in where my mom lives.
I travel back and forth between both houses almost every week…
Here’s the thing:
I like this arrangement. 😳 #weird
I said yes
To dog sitting. 😉
A surprise adventure (part 2)
Continuation of A surprise adventure (part 1)
By the time I returned from the other side of the neighbourhood with the kidnapped dog at about 9:15 am, my house smelled like bacon.
Then I saw the teenager at the table eating breakfast. My eyes almost fell out of my head… 😄
He’s up! At what he calls the crack of dawn!
Let this be a lesson to you:
Bacon wakes the dead. And, apparently, teenage boys too. 😂
A surprise adventure (part 1)
Yesterday, on a whim, I contacted our dog-owning friends to ask them a question.
“Will you let me kidnap your Schnoodle?” I asked [not so] innocently.
This Schnoodle:
