My husband pointed out that it’s been a while since I’ve posted a doggie growth picture. I just figured you all were getting bored of that, plus I was always taking the pictures on Saturdays and we’ve had some very busy Saturdays; and then there has been the whole issue of the blahs which, I’m telling you people, were BAD. I’ve hardly read blogs all week, or done much of anything else, because I was too busy just trying to make myself breathe in and out and, you know, feed my kids.
Luckily I woke up today feeling much better (for no apparent reason, but I’ll take it, because a few more days like that and I probably would have succumbed to seeking professional help, or, you know, taking St. John’s Wart). (Why is it called St. John’s Wart? Did one of the disciples have a skin virus and a cheery disposition?)
So, bored with my pupdates or not, here she is at 16 weeks. I know she is 16 weeks old because tomorrow morning she goes to the vet to be spayed. I hate surgery, whether on man or beast, but since it has to happen anyway, I’m glad it’s happening tomorrow. We really do have about 22 people coming to our house tomorrow evening, and since Pup-N-Stuff and Rude The Dog will both be leaving in the morning and not returning until the next day, I can mop my floor before the people come and it will stay clean. Road Kill dog has such dainty little feet, she never leaves foot prints. Plus? She just goes out to do her business and then comes right back in. None of that running about in the mud and muck stuff the others so enjoy.
Anyway, again, here she is at 16 weeks:
She’s starting to get a bit leggy, which makes her look a smidge less like a bear cub as she trundles around our property. Still, we’re keeping her in during hunting season. Heck, the hardware store owner warned us to keep Rude in during hunting season this past fall. See? We really do live out in the sticks. I mean, when the hardware store owner, who is also the local “tag your deer check station guy” warns you, when you are in to buy paint, to keep your dog inside over the weekend because people will be shooting at pretty much anything . . .
Now I think I’m starting to understand why they don’t have a Target around here.
And George . . .