Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Monday, June 30, 2014
Most of my puppy pictures of late are of sleeping pups, curious pups, blurry pups or a combination of the above.
At 9 weeks Gertrude and Gladys have discovered some sweet skillz.
Digging is a favorite. No reason needed, "just because" is enough. Sometimes they get so busy digging that they forget to use the great outdoors for it's intended purpose.
Yes. We can spend many, many minutes out-of-doors with much playing, figure-eight chasing and digging and not go potty at all. Working on that little scenario... don't want the babies to get their indoor/outdoor mixed-up like human babies get day and night confused. Eating leaves, bark, etc. is also a special pastime. Who knew a weed could be so exciting.
Stair climbing is now second nature. But stair de-climbing sometimes requires squealing and whimpering and the help of a human. And vocalizing? Barking is a fun discovery, there is still plenty of buzz-type growling, and pre-howling is making an appearance.
Cuteness? Off the charts.