9 Moons Ago

  

Another dog-centric post.

I heart this picture so much!:

  

I like that there were 2 searches on this site, in recent days, for “dogs in capes.”

Maybe I should give them what they’re looking for?

Well, the closest thing we have to that category is “the one time we dressed the dogs in sweaters.”

After all, I’m not dooce!

  

My 2 yr. old nephew, Ike, loves doggies! When you ask him what the doggie says, he says “woof woof!” which sounds more like “wuss wuss!” His favorite magazine cover at my Mom’s house has a picture of a little dog on it. So last night I painted a picture of the dog for Isaac to hang in his bedroom:

I’m liking the painting… I’m going to have to do some more!

  

This past week, between dogsitting sweet little Anu & Goldie for Melissa, celebrating our 4 Year Anniversary, celebrating Mum’s birthday, and Bronwen’s “hen’s party” at a day spa, we squeezed in x-rays, dr. appts and physiotherapy. I think we have a few days off now!

Mel’s dogs are super tiny compared to ours, and Anu is especially full of energy. There was a lot of fun and laughter, but it kind of reminded me of watching 2 year olds, with all the supervision required. So funny to see all 4 dogs headed outside in one big group. And, no surprise that I still can’t find one of my slippers! We miss them though, they are a couple of cuties. (I would’ve drawn Goldie as well, but I’m getting rather sleepy.)

The x-rays showed that my arm is healing well, which means that I don’t have to have an operation to have a piece of my bone permanently removed. Bonus!

The garden is now threatening to consume us whole, since I can’t get out there just yet..somehow we lost Gus’s favourite ball today, and it’s probably just hidden in some long grass. Ann and Jordan are going to put the horses in the yard soon, so at least that’s taken care of. . .

And we’ve been invited to Adrian’s birthday party in November, and have to come dressed as our inner super hero – the lamer the better. (Think “Mystery Men”).
Hrmmm..any suggestions would be appreciated. . . .