I have a bazillion things to do, but here I am at my ‘puter.

Things I’ve said this past week:

What were we thinking?

She’s a hawt mess.

Good Lord. This DOG!!!

There is something seriously wrong with her.

My husband has repeatedly said: She’s a puppy.

Me: Nope, she has been dropped on her head at least thrice.

I will not share the nasty details of why I think this because it’s quite disgusting, but this girl was either trapped/locked in a crate/box for, I have no idea how long. I’m just hoping these disgusting habits can be trained out of her. I will be contacting a professional because this is beyond my wheelhouse.

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ThankYouBabyJesus there are some cute antics that almost make up for the disgusting stuff.

*almost*

Like, how long can I stay mad when she’s eager to assist with the laundry?

And there is nothing cuter than when she’s sleeping.

I take back the cute sleeping part because when it’s actually bed time, she wants to be ON TOP OF ME, which I can kind of understand, people dream of that stuff, but I’m a ‘need my own space’ while sleeping girl, so this has become a battle of wits. Also, does she have so snore so loud DIRECTLY IN MY EARHOLE?

We should have named her Bunny because look at her butt and look at that hop up the deck stairs.

We’re enjoying our Georgia time, but it’s a bit chilly for Lillie; who knew our Georgia rescue girl was really a Florida girl? Aside from the cold, she’s had some not-so-good days and just when I think it’s time to make That Phone Call For That Decision, she rallies and acts like her old self.

Ok. I really should be cleaning and prepping for guests and Turkey day; I’ve put it off for far too long.

Happy Thanksgiving to all my friends in the USA and Happy third week of November to everyone else.

I’m VERY thankful for all of you who visit my little spot on the Internet. XOXO

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.

XOXO