Some times, when you run your own blog, you have to do a post for yourself. Or, you might be tempted to say, most of the time when you run your own blog, you do all of it for yourself. Both might be true. In any case, today is for my sweet honey-buns, Leah.
It’s been four years and I love you more than ever.
After spending an afternoon with my neice, Chloe I was happy to see she hadn’t forgotten about me.
Don’t worry Chloe, I’ll see you again soon!
Last night, while picking up ginger ale, garlic bread and a bin full of mini-powdered donuts—BECAUSE I NEEDED THEM—I noticed this brave use of resources. A display full of shovels for sale. Behind it? Oh that’s just where snow fell off the roof and instead of shoveling they just barricaded off the area. Genius.
Here’s the before picture. Duke’s hair hadn’t been cared for at the pound so he had to be shaved because it was matted and knotted. It couldn’t be saved, I was told. So now he’s naked.
Duke is a 3.5 year old Schnoodle. That’s a Giant Schnauzer mixed with Poodle—for the lay person. A MOTHER F’ING SCHNOODLE! We are 99% sure we are getting him tomorrow. I thought I would try to hold in the news, but I couldn’t. There are more details to come.
