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I know that I don’t give them nearly enough credit, but these two dogs of mine are pretty darn sweet.
So here’s to you, Pearl and St. Arnold. I know that I don’t say it often, because you are, say, licking my children in the mouth, or chewing up the brand new bed that I bought you, or vomiting on the rug, or running out the front door as I shout obscenities behind you, or pooping on the floor when it is wet outside, or eating the food off of Bailey’s walker tray, or barking like a maniac for no gosh darn reason and always during nap time, or refusing to just get out of my face for one stinking second whenever I sit on the floor, or (my personal fave) depositing multiple, pulpy bird corpses in the middle of the living room…. But in this moment, in this briefest of moments, as you sleep here at my feet, curled up together in a ball of fuzzy cuteness, I will go on the record and say,
“Good dogs”.
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Our dogs drive me bonkers, as well. Even Tor commented on our dogs being annoying, which is BIG because in his eyes those pups usually can do no wrong.
Glad to see you getting your blog on at Jbo.
Super cute doggies…. They look loved and so content!
Fascinating bit of entertainment on Friday afternoon.
Mr. Tree himself (”Telesphorus John (Steve)” according to the business card) knocked on our door on Thursday. He kindly led me on a brief tour of my property and pointed out each treacherously dangling limb and disease-infested branch in sight. I gasped appropriately as he described the potential horrors that we were setting ourselves up for if we were to allow such ominous foliage to continue to exist around our precious home.
Out came the checkbook.
And the next day, out came the Mr. Tree crew! The kids and I sat out on the upstairs balcony and watched as the nimble men scampered up oak after pine, chainsaws in hand. I thought Parker’s eyes were going to bulge out of his head as the saws roared to life and the limbs began to fall. (Bailey, meanwhile, was more interested in trying to escape my lap to investigate the exact measurement difference between her head and the balcony rails.) As awesome as it was to see the crew do their thing, nothing can compare to the power of…the wood chipper. I’ll tell you what, there is no piece of machinery that inspires more gruesome awe and terror. That thing does not mess around. I was on the edge of my seat, certain that at any moment, the deceptively cheery-yellow beast would inhale one of the unsuspecting men – I was prepared to throw myself in front of the children to shield their innocent eyes from the carnage. Fortunately, we were spared from such a display, and the limbs of the crew remained fully intact. Can’t say the same for the limbs of our trees! Coming soon, to a paper factory near you…
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hahahahahahaha!!!
I’m curious as to what these people look like now!
Oh my gawd. Chad just rocked my world. *swoon*