Two days in. I'm no longer in the running for stay at home mom of the year. Nasty tones have been used, no butts have been smacked. The kid that talks did ask - loudly, and outside with sweet elderly concerned neighbors in hearing distance but hopefully the elderly part made it not actually within hearing distance - why I choked him. After I picked my jaw back up from the ground and asked him just when this incident occurred, he went on to give specifics with an earnestness of testimony upon which any sane jury would definitely have convicted me. And here I thought we'd had a pretty decent day! Not so, overconfident one!
Duly humbled, I began day two this morning with modest expectations. I started off by letting our newly acquired one year old border collie, Gus, out with our goats, Mindy and Steven, as my husband had encouraged me to do in order to exercise the pup. My husband has no love for my pet goats and would not have cared that I saw their sweet little caprine lives flash before my eyes. Turns out the apparently vicious attack left only slobber and Gus actually has some key characteristics of a very talented stock dog. I have an appointment with a trainer tomorrow. That we can't afford. Husband was not impressed with my lack of frugality. Ass. He's the one who decided we were getting this dog. What part of "one year old untrained border collie" sounded frugal to him? Anyhow I'm the one here who has to live with the dog who is fixated on everything that moves (the trainer says I am not to allow him to stare at anything he could potentially move - I'll get right on that as my children eat soap and beat each other bloody) But really, he's a nice dog. A really nice dog. He aims to please. And I'm scared I might come to love him. My last doggie love ended badly. Kidney failure and euthanasia. It hurts to love a dog. I've spent the last six years in doggie apathy, appreciating from a distance. It was nice. We'll see how it goes.
Me and the kids did well though. I've found muscles I had no idea existed. Probably something to do with sitting on my rear end for the last three years proofreading or appearing to do so. I get up at 7 and seriously go and go and go until 9. At which time I am still going, but its in a sitting position. Today was mountain of laundry day. Tomorrow will be bathroom cleaning. It's gonna be ugly. I got the jump on it tonight by wiping down the most disgusting of the toilets. Husband had to work out of town this week, so I'm really starting this thing off with a bang - minus a husband, plus a dog - and I'm determined to have the place sparkling when he gets back, b/c I KNOW he thinks I can't swing it. Ass!
Anyhow, thought I'd introduce you to my cast of characters (minus the farm animals I'm sure they will have their chance)
This is Boone, he's almost 2. He gets away with stuff he shouldn't. He's an angel.
This is Willie, he just turned 5. He also gets away with stuff he shouldn't, like owning a pillow pet (did I actually pay money for that hideous thing?) He's a charmer and both my boys ended up with dimples on their right cheeks. Can't resist 'em. He's been helping me out with dad gone. He's really bossy and makes sure I walk the line.
This is husband. He values his privacy beyond all else so no names he thinks he is under cover. He's a wonderful man/ass hybrid. I love him a lot.
And here are some pictures I shot over the weekend on our way back from a zoo vacation to Salt Lake City. What better way to let a new dog run than at the Bonneville Salt Flats right?
Have a nice day!
