So many things I could post about, so many things that are really uninteresting. I finally got my new phone, a Droid X 2. I was going through my photos are found my cute, little puppy Stella.
Stella is now 9 months old looks like this…
She’s smart and a terror. She only cuddles when it suits her. She drives her brothers bonkers and we couldn’t be happier that she is a part of our family.
There has been a ton going and I’m excited and terrified at the same time. New puppy, new job, new wardrobe. Change, change and change some more. Change is good and I’ve noticed in my life that most of the time all the changes happen at once. Like I said, exciting and terrifying.
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Whenever holidays come around I feel torn about feeling obligated to go to a family gathering or spending quality time with my own little family. I’ll be honest that 8 out of 10 times I choose the quality family time ignoring the disdain of extended family at skipping dinner.
Easter isn’t a holiday that registers with me. I was raised Catholic but I don’t practice and haven’t for some years now. I don’t have kids to take to egg hunts or color eggs with so aside for the Easter candy I don’t have much involvement with it. Instead, C and I ran our errands and picked up a soccer ball. We took the dogs to a near by community college and kicked the ball around for part of the afternoon.
Scooby was too exhausted to even sit up during the ride home
I wish I would have gotten video of Liko with the soccer ball. He would chase it down, running at top speed, and when he tried to stop as he got to it he ended up rolling over the ball. It was entertaining, trust me.
I spent an absurd amount of time watching hockey this weekend too. Every game that was on to be exact, with the exception of Nashville/Anaheim because it wasn’t broadcast on national television.
How was your weekend?
…and I’m back from Ireland. It was really a great experience and made me appreciate where I live. Not because of anything bad happened but leaving your country just makes you appreciate what you left behind. Our next travel adventure will probably be a little more planned with less travel, we were on a train or bus almost every day. 9 days of that can take it’s toll.
The things I’ll miss most about Ireland are the people (seriously, nicest people on earth), the pubs, the beer (All of it: Guinness, Murphy’s, Kilkenny’s, Harp, Carlsberg, Beamish, Smithwicks), the history and the green landscape dotted with sheep and cows.
The "character bar" in Dingle
I’m not the girl that is all “I love beer” I’m more like “meh, it’s ok, I’ll drink it” but seriously REAL beer like the ones I listed above do not give you the bloated, gassy feeling you would get drinking draft Miller Lite and it has taste. I’m just sayin’. I’m in total love with Irish beer and I will be drinking REAL beer as often as possible. But I’m broke must of the time so I guess I’ll have to suck it up and drink crap American beer (Ghettoblaster, not included in the crap American beer comment)
Update: As Dream In Gray pointed out in the comments - Miller is a lager, which accounts for the bloating/gasiness. I guess I’ll just need to stick to stouts, which I feel (and could totally be wrong about) aren’t as popular in bars as Miller and Bud Light.
St Colman's - Cobh
Isn't this gorgeous? I took it myself, I'm impressed lol
Oh! And also the cheese curry fries! (Thanks for the tip Erin!)
I look exhausted because I was - Dinner that night was Curry Cheese Fries from Lennox mmmmmmm
I’m not even sure our dogs missed us. They had so much fun with their Auntie L, she even took them on walks almost every day!
It felt awesome to sleep in my own bed with both the dogs cuddled with us. Scooby usually sleeps on the floor but he’s such a cuddle bug that sometimes we feel sorry he has no one to lay with now. Our house seems a little bit empty without Nani. It’s not because she was energetic or needed a lot of attention, there is just a space. We lived a long time as a three dog house. Before I left for Ireland I told C that I wasn’t sure if I ever wanted to get another dog but being home now something feels like it’s missing. Of course I could never replace Nani, but in time I think we have enough room to give another dog a forever home. Possibly a puppy, even though I swore I wouldn’t ever do it again. Funny how you change your mind.
In other news, can you believe that we bought our cottage almost a year ago? It blows my mind how time flies by. We were going to open it this weekend but Michigan decided that winter isn’t over yet so we are still up in the air if we want to go up there and freeze, it has hardly any insulation and the windows are old and drafty.
I’ve been fully aware lately how truly blessed I am and I hope I never lose that feeling. It’s so easy to take things for granted.
So tell me, what new and exciting things have been going in your lives this past week?
I’ve always known that Scooby was special and not an “aw he’s so cute, smart special”, I mean dumb. Like a rock. I mentioned that he had stopped eating and I do think that in the beginning he was sad but now I’m starting to wonder if it’s because he is seriously mentally handicapped.
For real.
Nani was the first to get up in the morning. As soon as she heard an alarm go off or C stirring in bed she knew that there was going to be food in her bowl. She’d bang her tail against the wall for some extra noise and prance around while her nails clicked on the floor. This signaled Scooby to get up. He would follow her outside and by the time that he decided to come in she was already chowing away.
Now that Nani is gone, in the morning he just lays on the couch. He doesn’t even move when C gets up and starts turning on lights and opening shades, he just stares, waiting for something. C has learned he has to coax him off the couch and outside. The first couple mornings after Nani was gone he actually almost forgot to feed them. Liko doesn’t help either because he’s always done his own thing, he’s sort of like a cat. He has his own morning routine where he snuggles with me until I get up and then he follows me around my morning routine and he eats whenever he feels like it.
This leaves Scooby to fend for himself. If Scooby is hungry, which he should be in the morning, C has to pick some food up and feed Scooby by hand so he will eat the whole bowl. I’m wondering how long it’s going to take before Scooby sets up his own routine and starts eating on a regular basis.
Mourning sucks for dogs just as much as it sucks for us.
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