On Sunday 24 Jan we took the dogs for a walk by the river over on Dufort Road. There is an abandoned subdivision development that has complete paved roads. Isabelle ran wild while the rest of them were on leashes.
Cleared out another drawer for hubby on Monday 25 Jan as he has too many jammy pants; and he needs a separate drawer just for all the new socks he got at Christmas! There are also those god-awful red VZ shirts that he has to wear. They cannot be washed with anything else as they leak color.
Hubby took Tuesday 26 Jan as a day off so that we could get chores done. Registered the gooseneck trailer in PostFalls - then had lunch at a horrible little Italian place. Gross. Hubby's sandwich was served cold instead of hot. I had a terrible little salad. Took Bit & Bud with us - hubby spent most of the day on the cell phone with shop work. He then picked up a truck on the way home to work on it at the shop.
My teeth have been sore - I should get them pulled but don't want to face another weasly dentist. Cold weather has not helped as they ache out in the adverse conditions.
Today I washed Bit & Harriet in the kitchen sink. They smell much better now. I thought today was Friday; but it is Thursday. Lost a day someplace! Tomorrow Harriet has a follow up appointment with the Vet.
It must be a great feeling being a puppy that lives with me. Sitting with daddy & having "daddy talks" before he goes to work, early morning sleep-ins with mommy, out for potty, playtime, naps, then cookies, play outside in the sun, belly rubs, tug-of-wars with old socks, running wild in the house, more belly rubs, cuddling, naps by the fire, ear rubs, playing with the other puppies, more naps, long walks, greeting daddy when he comes home, going to the shop for "shop dog" time. What a fun life!
PS - The dogs also find the time to shred the toilet paper in the bathroom. Honest, I was only gone 10 minutes!
PSS - My Lancome order came today. I did not know that makeup could be this good. Will never use Merle Norman again.
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