I’m having a hellofa time keeping up with everything lately. Remember back when we were in lockdown and how we hated it? Well, I’d give my left middle finger to be locked down for a few weeks. I’m tired of going to the places AND doing the things.
Oh, and this:
*sigh*. We’re fine, just some rain & wind & wind & rain. None of which, is good for my hair.
I’ve not had time to write a proper blog post and when I’ve had a minute to do some blog reading, my blog reader is FULL of new posts. You are some talky people, aren’t you?
Can You Volunteer For A Lobotomy?
We added a small amount of chaos into our lives this past week.
Sure, she’s adorable
looks like a fruit bat mated with an opossum when she’s sleeping. But that lasts about 10 minutes and the rest of the time she’s peeing, begging for food or peeing.
I’ve said forever that I would never get a puppy, nor would I ever purchase a dog.Well, I didn’t purchase, but she IS a bonafide puppy. She’s a rescue refugee from Ukraine.
To answer a few possible questions:
She’s an almost five month old French Bulldog that doesn’t speak French, Ukrainian or English.
After much debate we named her Peanut. Who would have thought naming a dog would be so hard…I mean, I had to share creative control with the Coach or else she’d be named Sasha or Nikita. He might have thought he was a rapper for a minute when he wanted to name her Shawty. Shawty?
Lillie has been fine with her; mostly indifferent, but she also has a little spring in her step.
I’ll share all the details soon, but first, we are busy with friends, family, Thanksgiving. You know, All The Things.
I’ll catch up (or not) with you guys later in the month, or when I have a free moment.
If you need me, I’ll be found wandering the yard (potty training) carrying training treats in my sports bra or in the house cleaning up pee.