This is the worst title in the history of blog post titles ever constructed by a blogger. Thank you, I’ll take that award now. 😜
Before I launch into another depressing weekend of rain, cold and no sun, let’s do something fun!
Let’s think up pet names. 🙂
Last weekend the sun was pretty warm against the east facing terrace so I placed the guinea pigs outside against the heated wall for an hour, to give them a break from their cage.
And you’re gonna be in trouble…
Wasn’t that a song at one time? lol
I used to write a lot of letters. Partly this was to stay in touch with my family in Europe after we left to move to Canada when I was 11. My grandmother in particular enjoyed the letters and always responded.
I looked forward to her mail. ❤
The other day, an innocent little walk with a single poochie turned into an adventure involving four other dogs.
Oh what fun. 🙃
The other day my friend connected me with her friend who was seeking help with their anxious dog.
We connected via email and I sent her some availability to do a meet and greet this week.
A day went by and then I got an email back from her that she was confused; she thought I was a retired lady, not a SAHM with kids.
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Today has been a continuation of last night’s shit show. Rhetorical question: how does one parent teens?
Seriously, the amount of stuff on the calendar between last night and the end of this coming weekend is unusually heavy due to a tournament, a kid having been sick, a last minute sleepover birthday party requiring a drop off and a pickup which required some really complicated communications with another set of parents, a bunch of re-organized parent-teacher interviews that caused more, not less stress due to a the above mentioned tournament and…dog sitting.
Here’s the thing.
This one is appropriate whether you have kids, or pets (or in some cases, spouses). They’re all home-wreckers! Ha.
Saw that at a winery. 😀