We rarely let the dogs upstairs…but tonight we did.
Ivy saw her first mirror and was entranced. I thought she might bark at herself but she didn’t.
After playing for about five minutes, they finally calmed down and slept. Together of course.
Then olive turned into a clove.
Katie found Twister at a garage sale… The dogs weren’t quite sure what to make of it/her.
I left a cabinet open and somehow the dogs got into a bag AND a box and…Katie just found this.
This is what it originally looked like:
It’s just a ‘thing’ so it probably shouldn’t bother me as much as it did—but it was one of my souvenirs from the week I spent with my mom at Pysanky On The River last year and I met the artist (Theresa Somerset, who is amazing) and she had so many beautiful eggs that it took awhile for me to decide and pick this one… And it was expensive and can’t be replaced (I asked).
Stupid dogs.
I think my pups have missed laying on me the past week or so. They’ve been like this for hours now.
I was sitting and reading in the egg chair with Olive when Ivy jumped up on the side table and laid down.
Could they BE any cuter?
And then later after she woke up.
Half in the shade, half in the sun, in a comfy bed, with a nice breeze blowing…
She’s not even on pain meds any more!
And a different two.
Being introduced to Olive again.
It didn’t take long for this to happen.
We briefly considered letting Ivy have a litter… because OMG could you even imagine a litter of Boston puppies?! But then we thought about how much work that would be — and how tempting it would be to keep one or more of them — and we scheduled her spay.
And then when he has to finish getting ready for school…
Well I WAS going to get up but now I’m obviously stuck.
Sooooo Ivy just brought a baby rabbit into the house…in her teeth. It wasn’t quite dead…so Tom had to kill it. Katie was a mess. Poor Ivy, I’m sure, just thought it was a toy.
We went outside to look for more (just in case) and Tom found the nest (and another bunny). As he was moving it outside the fence (to be near where we saw the mama bunny), I almost stepped on this one hiding in the grass.
We relocated that one, too.
These damn dogs whine every morning anywhere from 5-6am…so I have to get up and let them out. I hate it.
After maybe 10 or less minutes they come to sleep on me. I don’t hate it.
