Please excuse blogging slippage. I plead as an excuse:
- Countless meetings at presbytery
- BSD leader trainings
- Letting out the puppy every hour or two
- Trying to get up to speed on being a BSD leader
- Choir practice resuming
- Walking the puppy
- Planning big family dinner for Sunday Chez Grace celebrating 1st wedding anniversary of Portia and DK and engagement of Doc and Queenie
- Praying it won't rain before said dinner so DK can grill for me (El Jefe doesn't grill.)
- Trying to find gate puppy can't push down at night
- Wiping the "no" off my forehead one too many times --ACK!!!
- Email overload
- Cleaning up after the puppy
- Sunday School planning meetings
- Conflicting family scheduling snafus
- The puppy--where's the puppy?
5 comments:
there is no life outside of the puppy ... learn this fast :)
Ours is now five months and we can breathe again (just) but hubby and DD have put in a lot of hours training her.
wondering how your relatives with TWO are coping (grin)
Not exactly an advertisement for the acquisition of a puppy!
It's a good thing she's so cute, isn't it?
How did you get a NO on your forehead?
MB,
Unfortunately the NO is an imaginary tatoo that my friend Dorothy and I periodically remind each other that we need to renew whenever we over-commit ourselves. Maybe we need to make it a real one. But not on the forehead!
I agree with the comment that there is no life outside of a puppy! I always say that it's a good thing they are so darn cute or else they would all be dead. Just when our six-month old puppy stopped having "accidents" in the house she started getting her new teeth and is now chewing everything in sight. She has developed a particular affinity for sunglasses and toilet paper. One day she managed to extract a roll from a bathroom cabinet that had been left ajar and she ran through the house with it...in other words, she t.p'd our house! I was angry until I looked at her little face peeking out from the paper that had wound itself around her head as she ran, and I just melted with laughter.
Then I cleaned up the t.p.
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